The Great Meditator Poem by Anuj Tikku

The Great Meditator
He stares at the mountain top the sun shines bright
It's time to lay the lion skin and sit crossed legged
It's time to let it all fall off
The pain, the sorrow, the joy, the weeping
It's time to sit in full concentration
Sinking inwards to find new pleasures
To pick up jewels that life has layed out
It's time to meditate and clear all doubts
The eyes are now closed as the body sinks into a yogic posture
As the breath sinks into a rhythmic trance
And my inners they begin to dance
One with my creator I have now become
As I sink into a quite sleep watching my breath every time
It's like listening to great poetry in it's prime
Slowly new visions they will be revealed
Each layer of emotions my breath will reveal
Disappointments victory's all are alike
As the energy of the kundalini begins to rise
Like a serpent it floats to my mind
Creating an halo of some kind
The freshness of the breeze hit's me wild
It's impossible for me now to stop this tide
The hair on my body with energy begin to dance
As if I was in the midst of a holy trance
Slowly now the rain pours on my face
As my hands begin to move with their own pace
With joy and glee I begin to dance
Like the mighty mystics of yonder years
I pick up pearls as I move from chakra to chakra
Building the extacy within me to a final crescendo
Until there is nowhere to come from and nowhere to go