If you have a clairovant eye
like the Indian pschic who was a really cool guy—
You can see only colors of light
we are all consciousness, bliss
and pure delight.
Blowing light through my eye on the right—
he let me see a totally new insight.
Sparles of light is what I saw
it is pure energy which is physical law.
Soon cameras will capture the soul's vibration
scientists need to develop this for this
will be a celebration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem