yogic trance

I shut my senses
One by one
I went inside
To feel the sun
Beneath the scurrying eyeballs
There’s a placid lake
Beyond the cacophony
Lies a sweet serenade
Beyond the feeling of my fingertips
There’s a warm embrace
Beyond the sweet sour and bitter
Is an ambrosia, I can’t describe
Beyond the wafting confusion of the aromas
Lies a sweet nothing
Beyond me
Was you