Pure inspiration coming through sleep, awakening mind and
being once again to the precious meaning of life, dreams
set aside, needing to listen to music and writing poetry.
Beginning another day of thinking while continuing to die
on this earth, new thoughts needing to be written for an-
other day of ideas.
Always done while being immersed in a bluened light of the
Divine, an interior spirituality needing to be used in this
life moment.
Contemplating and insuring that everything is being done
in a timely creative process because there's no guarantee
another moment will be lived in this temporary world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through sleep and awakening we get pure perception that God gives us. This poem is very interestingly penned with wonderful moments.