after we all have our cells regenerated
and the fountain of youth flows over us
forever there will still be the pursuit
of perfect joy, and that fountain
is unquenchable - save for the few
who know about enfolded dimensions.
so before science claims that it has
all the answers i pose one question
to all trumpeter's of life's elixirs -
who is Baba Ji* and what has He done?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah read the book at reference nice poem thank you