Gathering thoughts into webs of intellect, finding they are
swaying in rhythms of a complacent intellect, riding them
into an intuitive subconscious dimension of extraordinary
beauty and innate talent.
Awaiting its time to be discovered and used in the future,
echoes of sublime discovery erupting in the silence of in-
tellect, choosing to stay hidden, not wanting to be exposed
as yet to others.
A joyful rendition of profound and delightful creative pro-
cesses continually developing without any physical effort at
all, mind and intellect sorting it out interiorly.
Being led spiritually through avenues of enlightenment and
Divine intervention along the way, no interference to mar
Nothing to stand in the way of innate knowledge or wisdom,
an energetic feeling of time opening doors into a world of
A simple and vibrant way of living within an intense atmo-
sphere of spirituality that possibly cannot yet be seen by
Guess it's mine alone to contemplate and figure out through
coded rhythms that are always playing with life in vibrant
depths of music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem