Lotus Spins

A sitting takes me to an attic of raw light bestowing quiet glow for travelers unyielding to a precise compass of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds and nomadic lotus spins. I release this soul buried in the kundalini to a congregation of ambient tunes saying nothing, taking flight unto a hymn of unknown center , balanced and steadily grounded-- no more weight or cities divided united by forms of one core, My malleable flesh dissolving into tiny breaths; it floats with grace ascending the next chi as I go deep, deeper..high, higher until this my body- mind- spirit marries in a ceremony of quietude, the airiness of journeying through this unshaped season fed by something unbidden in my life so blessed: I step outside my body, somewhere, without a trace that lightbeams expand my journey to higher dimension searching for a mantra of stars....