He sat there in oblivion,
detached from the attached,
neglected by conformism,
unruffled from the forces of nature,
defying logic and time,
taking giant leaps of faith
in a particular rhyme.
His body, a mere vessel
transporting him to the nirguna dimension.
Glorifying the Advaita,
he sits in sadhana,
lost into the holy void of cosmic ecstasy,
which, temporarily, never seems to cease.
Attuned to the naad-brahma frequency,
drawing down the blinds of duality,
this drop joins the universal sea.
No thought, no mind,
No mind, no desire,
No desire, no emotion,
No emotion, no pain,
No pain, no sense,
No sense, no organ,
No organ, no body,
realizing there's nothing to be realized,
but only the soul and its moksha from the samsara.
And he says, opening his eyes painted in red,
"that's all there is to life and existence",
Allowing the sahasrara chakra to close at ease
disconnecting him from the supreme consciousness,
this monist being rests himself back in the lap of mother maya,
ever so lovingly now, having understood her role in this
perfectly staged play of reality.
PS: Dissolve yourself entirely into the darkness, and you shall see the light.