Meditation

A homemade bean bag
At my root chakra
The seated lotus
Erupts within me

My hearing stretches
And I listen to the earth’s heartbeat
The solid rhythm
Humming like the generator she is

She calls to me
Promising flight
If only I am brave enough
To take that first step

Kundalini yawns and stretches
Up my spine
Spiraling and igniting fire
Within my heart

White light
Empowers a lifting
I am no longer tied
To what was

I rise
And expand
Then shrink
Into a molecule

Form is no longer
A function
But a vanity
An attachment

In an instant
I am no longer
Where I was
But have traversed eons

My eyes grace
Birthing nebulas
Dying entities
Timeless space

My mind
Tries to force
Form upon them
Only to experience invisible laughter

Light and color
I have never known
Mesh together and deliver
Surreal music

I am alone
Yet surrounded by those
Who have come before me
To draw light and wisdom

Their voices align
Taking me to new heights
No longer am I afraid
Of what is to come

For I realize everything
Has been
And has gone
Only to come again

Like the waning tide-moods of the ocean

Over at dVerse Poets today, Mary has given us the word 'preparation' and asked us to write about some of the techniques we use, or what the word means to us.  I often use meditation for a means to de-stress or to unclutter my mind when things get hectic in my life.  This is just one of the experiences I have enjoyed with regular practice.