My mind sitting passively in a pensive mood state
feeling receptive, thoughts to relate.
Calling to a sphere outside of my vision
no fear in the least the slightest derision
When soon into focus comes ethereal plains
where the muse can transfuse some spiritual gains
Wondering if that wondrous thought of inference
is a figment of my mind or a separate occurrence
Wishing not to impede or inhibit the transmission
the meditative state aids well with submission
Turing full circle once coiled like a serpent
The Kundalini’ awakened, rises exultant.
Striking like a Cobra with euphoric venom
revealing the Ancients mysterious arcanum.
A rewrite from May 1999