Quietly, surreptitiously, mysteriously, finding my way
into pathways of intellect, causing writing to begin
with an energy of sublime and profound concentration.
Always holding inner attention, never letting go, soaring
into sparks of intellect, watching fireworks of knowledge
burst and explode.
Filling this mind with many colorful ideas taken from in-
sight and beautiful landscapes of inner poetry, enlivening
and illuminating every thought process that opens up it's
doors to being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem