He understood the language of animals
He knew the thoughts of plants and trees
He perceived the essence energy in matter
He could read the minds of humans
He wasn’t artificial intelligence
He was deemed a madman and committed to an asylum
Until he dematerialized the walls that restrained him
Made himself invisible and flew away like a captive bird
From a gilded cage and was never seen or heard from again
Some believe like a Tibetan sage, he hid and meditated in the mountains
A Hindu Spiritual Master alleged to know the secrets of the universe
Said he attained his Maha Samadhi and is at one with everything
The cosmos, the air you breath, even the grass beneath your feet
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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