Totally filled with wonder and emotion, rolling forward
like a train on tracks across the U.S., it's purpose be-
ing tied to rhythms.
Flowing like a river, nothing to jar them from within
me, understanding and knowledge rising to many creative
processes of innate talent.
Taking it easy, listening to inner echoes of the past as
they whisper sweet nothings in my mind, wanting them to
be attuned to music I'm now composing with interior senses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem