[ Featuring Sadhguru ]
My Deepest song
Has not been sung yet.
Still in wait for the din to settle
And Silence to blossom.
When I sing that Song
Will you Be. Or Busy.
A Strange drift. Overwhelming
All that I knew, all that I
Always was, all that I ever wanted
To be, all that meant something to me
Not at all unpleasant but a sense
Of Sweetness of being
Soaked in sugar syrup
A drowning and a death of one
And conception and birth of another
A familiar me being dissolved
An unfamiliar power being born
Seemed like a catastrophe
Catastrophe for the puny me
An effulgent Celebration
For the Life as it exploded beyond
The limits of my body and perceptions.
Having been a prisoner
Of my own device
Feel embarrassed to celebrate
Liberation