Patterns of reality are forming in the designs being imparted
on this side of life.
Realizing pieces falling again onto certain rhythms, calling
to me from all corridors of past times.
Recognizing the tempos as they are being played into other
dimensions, never being held back in domains of tomorrow.
A strain of tantalizing formats being kept in treasured hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem