Reflections of shadows passing by unnoticed by anyone except this
mere poet, watching as patterns and designs change, intermingle,
separate and come back together.
An invisible energy being created imaginatively, yet it is mind-
tangible for one who writes poetry, lighting the way through life,
being exposed to inner dimensions from other universes.
Mathematically formulating equations in which to forge into many
thoughts as they flow from an interior waterfall, unheeded in
this lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem