Silence creating signs and ideas of intellect,
giving it a voice that sings out loud and into
the night.
Never wavering or disturbing inner contemplation
of an inner universe, solitary and happy just
being myself.
Circularly falling into spirals and taking me
into the circumference of life where I can wander
and roam to my heart's content.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem