Touching keys of intellect's piano in mysteries of a mind,
one filled with innate knowledge and wisdom, arranging it
all in spheres.
Organizing it specifically and placing it where it can be
found easily with just a thought or a moment of insight,
it's at the tip of this mind's fingertips.
A totally sublime space and measure of time that's soli-
tarily alone within this being while alive on this tempor-
ary earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem