Whispering sounds of humanity coming into this mind through
musical rhythms and positive thoughts, all being gathered
and collected on interior photographic screens.
They never seem to fail to capture everything brought to
mind through all senses, feelings and emotions, capturing
depths of what is penetrating certain synapses in this brain.
Neurons stimulating mind and intellect to set our hearts
ablaze with joy, happiness, sadness and sorrow, all facets
of the human mind and heart throughout this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The subjective experience of each Now, cannot be minimized. Ours, despite demographic variances, are within probabilistic similitude. There is much to consider.