I’ll think up a quantum fantasy to rest my mind in
another dimension, leaving my thoughts behind…
It is worrying not to master awareness, though I’m
imbibing positive ideas all the time, when the quiet
descends, my mind goes opaque, no peace in me-
ditation remains, if I can’t master this; how shall I
deal with the astral level once my body is dead?
How does one prepare consciousness for existence
without a body, I can’t master the silence that should
set the mind free, there is no calm within me; how
many books should one read before realizing that
the answer is not within reach – for an eternity?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've read more than most - I will not even consider trying to find out the answer.? ?