Swaying in time with many beats of a measure, assuring mind and
intellect they are in interior rhythms of apologetic stances in
life.
Never hurrying away from the essence of an interior spiritual
life that fills all the voids left by death, loss, loneliness,
abandonment, focusing on whatever falls into chasms of music.
Being picked up, taken away into the essence of a beautiful aura
that never seems to fade or disperse, for its designed constantly
by intellect through musical rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem