Staring within, searching for patterns and images,
scanning many interior horizons with immeasurable
success.
Listening to tunes sounded out by birds in trees,
calming my soul, allowing peace to slowly unfold.
Straightening out wrinkles, pressing and gliding
through stress and unfamiliar pressures.
Wanting to engulf interiorly, my entire being,
having to be content with solace just touching my
soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem