Breath-less
©July 21st, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
The Guru sits, enthralled,
Arms out at knees, palms upwards,
Hair in a knot, eyes closed,
Deep in the blood of you,
Quiet behind your eyes,
Gathering visions.
And the world spirals inwards
And ever inwards,
Until you reach the core,
Where burns a sun
As still and blue
And molten and plasmic
As every dream you
Ever had, ever held,
As it, too, vanished in a breath
Of the OM you breathed
In your gathering of,
And your letting free, the air
You so desperately needed
To live.
Just sit, breathe, dream,
Envision, desire, grasp, sorrow,
And let it slip away, let it all
Vanish in that breath,
And let that breath go.
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