A Yoga Meditation

23 Sep 2004 6 Comments

by AyyA in Bits & Pieces, General Poetry, Passion Poetry, yoga

Nirvana

Dedicated to my sister Wajeeha Habeeb who had shown me “The Path”

In the death of night I rise

To wash away ugly vice

I enliven candle lights

And meditate into different heights

With sweet lavender oils I shoot

and start the “om shanti” salute

Like magic I start to float,

Soul out of my body I loot

I feel this wave of butterflies

In my limbs and behind my eyes

For a new dimension I demand

To open up at my command

Through my soul and through my mind

I seek calmness in a world unkind

I seek love, I seek purity

I seek the touch of immortality

I begin to see this tiny light

Emitting rays so soft and bright

Embracing me in delight

Resigning me to it’s might

Ecstasy is felt with such a sight

How could this be a dead night!

Tears of joy would start to pour

From my eyes and each pore

I realize I’m almost there

Surrounded with love and care

A constant love that is divine

In a place I know is mine

A bliss that could not be found

Except on regions beyond sound

Hush now hush, peaceful soul,

You’re in the attendance of “The Whole”