Being tempted in depths of sounds, letting self be
driven by their rhythms into blossoming gardens
filled with intense thoughts of reason, logic and
imagination.
Reality touching with reflections of enlightenment,
settling into lines of prose, an illumination of
sensations bringing this mind into heavenly gardens
throughout life.
Their aromas tasting like vanilla upon this mind with
a delicate dollop of whipped cream from an imaginary
supply stored in intellect, a quiet experience of joy-
ful happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem