Fresh breaths of the trees softly blowing the tresses of my hair to a dance of their own Scents of life so thick I can feel the pulsation of air entering me Senses intensified and yet nullified Escalating to what most would only dreamed of entering, as 'Samadhi' Interestingly, in this heightened state, elevation cannot relate The flight of this so-called journey has never left the ground The experiencer that which experiences has a referential point So she wonders will there still be heavenly sweetness in your touch if there is no body? I bow humbly in veneration at the feet of the Teacher that is Mother Nature Her beauty is undeniably beyond any distinct measure Her holy lullaby has been attempted in the hymns and mantras of the Ancient But really, what is a song to the deaf when the search is None Nonetheless, an eager student I will flow in Her silence Allowing the panorama matters lay out playfully in contrary When in distraction Her grace will always bring me back to Divine Liberty Everything is an offering Everything I AM is of Her glory
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
