not in satsangs nor in ashrams not in india nor in the company of seekers not in books nor in endless philosophy all the above was like a dog chasing its tail He, the desired one was already burning my wrists with his beads bracelets his warmth already moving in my heart and his breath already resurrecting my breath my lover,lord Shiva was always in me there is no need for much physical stimulation in silence, we both feel the ecstatic pleasure of union...
very late night poem
Posted - Feb 20 2015 : 06:47:58 AM
