Totally concentrating, listening to rhythms flowing,
traipsing through this mind, leaving all types of
verses behind them on paper in poetry.
Lifting heights of spirits, taking this being into
dense jungles, helping to untangle the undergrowth
of webs of thought.
Capturing words and ideas leading from one to another,
loving the beautiful renditions always coming through,
following the patterns and designs of intellect.
Giving such pleasure, continuing to listen and follow
intuition farther into jungles of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem