Twinkling movements of fingers, playing piano as
writing comes pouring out all over this page with
selective ink.
Being blinded by the brilliant light shining within,
showing me the way to go.
Being aboveboard with all aspects, hurrying into my
pathway, sight blinded at times with genuine equality,
in tunes of reality as they fall heavily upon my mind,
nothing standing in the way of enlightenment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good write..... May those tunes enthuse you With new verses out of the blue