Souls leaving their physical bodies
Transcending this earthly existence
To sublime dimensions unknown
The Natural Order calls for
The evolution of the souls
So their visitations take place
While they are in the astral
Until such day when they shed their haze
And are at last long liberated
It is a beautiful ideal, that we could transcend this existence to a higher one, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. A wonderful poem Richard!
Love your analogy, Kevin. Happy that you believe it to be a wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem, nicely thought.
Thank you, Dr. Nehal. Happy that you believe it to be a nicely thought-out poem.