Mind freed from material manifestation goes
to a specific frequency – attracted to a special
place in the non-physical dimension that is
commensurate with its level of spiritual evolution
The karmic thought patterns a person habitually
practices in their material life, determine at what
pitch non-physical consciousness will sound its
song, what the harmonious overtones will be
I hope to become the melody from Toricelli’s
Nightingale Serenade, soft and fragile, with
nostalgic minor notes and beautiful chords,
hoping to meet up with all souls thereabouts
Reverberating to Boccherini’s Minuet and Chopin’s
Winterwind Serenade, Debussy’s Clair de Lune and
Beethoven’s Moonlight Serenade – while listening
to happy Strauss Waltzes in the distance…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem