To become independent of the body
and free from its will and whims
its limitations and its needs.
To allow our souls to transcend our bodies;
this is not impossible;
the saints have done it.
The body is but a vessel
to carry a spiritual being.
To separate oneself from one's body
to be freed from the burden of carrying
to transcend time and space
become the essence of thought and imagination
groom the soul, perfect consciousness.
Then he spreads his great butterfly-like wings,
hut his flight is not visible -
he blinks out of existence
and reappears far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem