Tuning in is meditation.
Meditation is tuning out too.
Chanting is fine tuning.
Silence becomes music.
Breathe takes world in.
Out goes world again.
Tidal waves stop here.
Seagulls of emotions fly away.
Nothing remains, except,
the grace of a great mother.
Time waits for none.
But time bows before her,
The world disappears into thin air.
Then sweet smell spreads,
the aroma of love.
Love for god.
An unquenchable thirst,
dries the throat,
drains consciousness.
Wisdom dawns slowly by its splendor.
You are free, free. Mind murmurs.
fathomless brilliance everywhere.
A thousand suns rise all around!
by Satheesan Rangorath


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