Love is one’s field’s light,
Wrapped in emotion, imagination’s height.
Three abstracts fields,
Conscious, sub-conscious, unconscious,
Come as the waves of our existential touch!
Three abstract fields,
Produce in us relative thrills.
Man, Master and Avatar,
Are the three fields’ bar,
Three subtle fields,
Nuclear, electromagnetic and cosmos,
Unify to control the Universe’s torch.
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