Walls of division stand between attitudes of others as
they try and knock them over, wanting me to do things
like they want me to.
Never giving in to their incessant demands, standing
firm and watching as they walk away, while living in
satisfaction of an inner atmosphere.
Enjoying creativeness of my being, filled with joy of a
never-ending freedom and independence coming from spirit-
uality within this interior life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem