Memories running around, touching mind, heart and
intellect with their feelings reaching out to the
people sitting here in the Wagon Yard.
Simply and easily listening to rhythms as they
roll down interior mountain roads, easing pressures
built up from the day.
Now enjoying the peace of rainbow sounds as they
settle into our hearts, releasing the power of an
interior serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem