not merely a matter of freeing the body but the liberation of cosmic forces that have been caged within this malleable shell
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
motionless in a state of near death the very air consumed is fed to the pranic engine
stand before the winter sun and proclaim that this frail bag of flesh has won over the elements: for now
watch in silence as a thin ray of light frays into morsels of the collective thought
winter’s soul takes center stage and the verdant rain rehearses its lines
creatures of night tread lightly as space becomes hallowed and ceremonial
smoke carves a temporary hallway alongside the concrete just as men and serpents coexist in a cruel world
in the zen garden critters emerge into softer outlines eager for the warmth of spring
the forest keeps a spare dusk when needed trees unfold and a second sun ends the dream
the clouds have calmed but the storm still possesses me her wrath gives no quarter and her thunder reverberates in every waking cell