Watching as others try to figure out just what is being done while
writing and listening to music, having to smile as they seem to be
fascinated by it.
Melodies and harmonies galloping every moment as it slowly flows
through every fiber and particle of this being to be written on
many pages of poetry journals throughout life.
Taking steps to provide lessons to be learned and taught to others
in dire straits at times, helping others by reaching out, forget-
ting self and listening to the things others aren't saying.
Just interpreting their silence intuitively through a sixth sense
in and through an intellectual spirituality that not many people
have or recognize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have been endowed with that sixth sense but quite a few hone it and use it 'forgetting self and listening to the things others aren't saying'. A nice and timely reminder. Thanks.