Rhythmic chills now growing, thrilling and exciting heart, mind and spirit, living in the openness of an honest truthfulness that steps into the ring of fire,
Igniting the passion of an interior desire, not really wanting anyone in this absolutely peaceful life, just listening and loving.
The little that has become mine in this selfish and greedy world is spiritual, but what this mere poet has, no one else
can ever have for it's kept silently within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem