Sometimes when awakening we develop intuitive senses
that have been accumulating ideas and thoughts, amass-
ing a spirituality of being.
Taking steps into waylaid plans long since forgotten,
like a kaleidoscope turning, designs constantly changing
with every turn.
Finding beauty tantalizing your minds, focusing far into
the future, lighting an interior candle showing the way
as we head into the darkness alone.
Following shadows, taking their gray hands and seeing
what they're seeing, posing many questions as landscapes
and portraits are being lifted from photographic screens.
Being placed into memories wanting to be seen, focused
and held in positive aspects for a future of joy and
happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem