without the radio
we would not
have gotten the news
without the body
we would not be able to tune
in to the divine
an energy swept asunder
in the cosmos
the body, it dies
but it is a bridge
to the divine
so many antennas
you find here
some we have yet
learnt to use
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautiful; I call such a poem as this, a love poem to god.