The human body is a priceless mine
Containing gold and cosmic matter
Within our blood flows “The Divine”
That points way to “Jacob’s Ladder”
Sacred/precious fluid, so often shed
Giving fleeting power to an evil few
As, nothings gained from the dead
By plundering innocence and virtue
Within blood lay the mystery of life
Also all that was, is, or shall ever be
Opens wide a door to “The Afterlife”
Solves ‘Why are we here? ” anomaly
Meditate upon the crimson fluid within
“Know thyself”, to once more feel akin
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem