I glide through the Gates of Existence
as a butterfly flits among flowers -
ever reveling in being alive.
From a succession of sessions, I find Myself
drifting as smoke across dreamscapes
seemingly more real than reality.
Ahead, I see a goddess hovering above a hill
ethereal glowing green and gold
approaching, I find the goddess is Me.
We soar together across the Planes of Being
this new triad - Me, Myself, and I -
and upon awakening, I discover I am complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellently penned.....stunning flow and imagery.... best wishes Jon