An Appointment with Self Asked to lie down on the machine, Gently guided by the technicians. Legs rest upon a triangular pillow As the body slides Into a hollow cylinder. Eyes closed, Ears plugged Against the thunderous rhythm. Breath In. Out. The wandering mind pauses. Thoughts slowly recede. Head-space softens Into heart-space. A descent From thinking To being. Existence is felt In everything. Intelligence Fills every space. Love Pervades, Endlessly. Silence, At the heart of thunder. Meditation Within an MRI.
This blog will have poems of Advaita Vedanta