Glancing around the waiting room, noticing designs,
reflections, and patterns of exquisite harmonies.
Shining in lightened areas under beautiful spheres
of fantasy.
Soothing me interiorly, giving respite from all the
trials of daily life.
Participating totally in the ends of all time,
picturing invasive ideas up against mountainsides of
intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem