Sliding from left to right, rhythms glide through
intellect.
It feels like thoughts are roller skating evenly,
smoothly, making me feel so quiet and serene.
A tantalizing prospect of my mind, each tone and
note taking their places as they glide to and fro.
Going through intellect, creating a repertoire of
ideas that grasp and hang on.
Then falling into the interior waterfall, down into
pools waiting below.
There all visions will be visualized and seen for
the future tomorrows and all that will happen in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem