Sometimes it is of the body
Surfing sensations
Or painting Ishta on my heart
Or writhing as a lover would
Sometimes it is beyond the body
In a thick pool of silence
And a sense there is more beyond That
Just be here guru whispers and I know
AYAM
not yet worthy.
Nice. I wonder if you took out the last three words you are worthy as your poem demonstrates.
I have no problem of not being worthy of That, in respect to being ready to liberate just trying to be present and grateful