In the realms of mind
Are layers of fabric
So designed
They keep swaying with sensations
Talking with senses
Enlarging with meditation
They keep knitting into different patterns
They flow with flow
in circles of Saturn
Meditative depths are simply to experience
The negation of it
The story of brilliance
Imagined concepts
Struck into mind
They keep changing
What goes next & behind
In vibrations the melody goes
In sensations it grows
Beats of freedom
Needs of spun
To jump and collide
To walk side by side
To get one with the soul
To become one dark hole
aah! the orgasm of moment
to travel and live in tent
to just flow with the flow
to become one ‘on go’.
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