Living in an interior life, sensing God intuitively,
feeling Him clasping my soul protectively and lovingly.
Tender blossoms of faith and hope in humanity, continually
forming and filling interior gardens of spirituality.
Soaring and gliding above earth, intellectually and imag-
inatively.
No one able to follow, a solo poetical journey that will
only end when my last breath has been taken on this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem