YOG NIDRA
It is so quiet now.
Drudgery of
Dragging
A life
Shackled to
A body
has ceased.
Peace has started
descending
Like white fleece
In winter.
Soon the snow
Of eternal silence
Will cover
Nothingness,
which sleeps after
Ingesting the alphabets.
No more
Tick,,,Tock..Tick ..Tock
sound of time
Trudging besides me,
shuffling on three feet.
I rose high
By light years
As my frail Shoulders
Let go the Atlas
of my Ego.
Now my palms hold
No Past Present
Or future.
Eternity clothed in
Black beckons me
To sleep and merge
With her.
"Esto perpetua Esto perpetua"
Nichiro
