The body
Loves to be swayed by the wind of emotion.
The vital
Loves the prickings of desire.
The mind
Loves the confines of the finite.
The heart
Loves to be in the galaxy of saints.
The soul
Loves the life of unhorizoned vision-skies
[Excerpt from “The Dance of Life Part 1”]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, coma.