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Divine Realm of My Meditation: a Poem
Deep I go away from my life story and myth
sinking into realm for which words don't exist
at first heavy like a gigantic monolith
then lighter than a feather or morning mist.
All sense of myself known so well
disperses like a cloud blocking the sun
replaced slowly by emergence of something hard to tell
but it gets recognized like an old show rerun.
It a kind of feels like home after a long trip
a heart-felt nostalgia for something long gone
an unutterable freedom from ego's grip
and something that's so unique for me alone.
For I could never share that intimate state
while these words are merely a clumsy try
but I need to tell you of something that great
outlandishly divine like that pie in the sky.
Some call it pure consciousness and I may agree
this body-less state almost ghostly by feel
it's much more godly than human it could be
but without a need for closed palms and to kneel.