Trebling within my mind, touching thoughts of the Divine,
striking chords of His mystery and mystical presence al-
ways in my mind.
Balancing properties along the way with what needs to be
done, measuring in time, the rhythms taking my heart in-
to the light of the future.
There I will always be known, given a special place where
my life will be nourished, growing ever onward as the sun
sets upon me in my death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem