Sit still and disengage normal activities.
Draw energy from the earth.,
Admit power from the heavens.
Fertilize the seed within.,
Let it sprout into a flower of pure light.
And let brightness open the top of your head:
Divine light will come pouring in.
Your mind is empty,
Light seeps into your whole body.
Sitting cross-legged, with hands clasped,
As if trying to embrace the brilliant flood,
Your skin turns transparent.
How can a bag of skin hold divine magnitude?
Your last vestiges burn away in a torrent of infinity.
Only after indeterminate time do you return.
Flesh, blood, bones.
Were you gone? Or were you never here in the first place?
Where is the torrent? It is gone.,
You've only closed to it once more.
Meditate upon it later.
~ Robin Ann