Beginning exercises are lifting me into new heights of life
where I can solve my identity and release the old ways.
Wanting to be explored and met, never to let go of inner
self again, little by little, coming into my own, leaving
the past in a darkened closet that will no more be opened
in this life.
Searching walkways of my mind, watching nature blossom
fully as I pass by, hoping to become part of it's same
essence also.
Creating and dissecting what I have always known, finding
beauty sitting silently and patiently in the park on a
bench.
Opening up my heart, letting the essence of this novel
approach fill me with it's absolute totalness, and resting
in the arms of solace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem