Talking, beating rhythms, singing with them,
picking up energy and spirits in times of
each measure.
Loving sounds of each drum beat, steadily
drumming into my mind, soothing intellect,
enveloping it in a cocoon of serenity.
Anticipating wonderful patterns that it is
vibrating in intellect and interior imagin-
ation.
Surprising my being intellectually as I
continue to write expectantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem