[Unseeking Seeker]

Dead of the night, when we should be asleep,
for reasons unknown, we are wide awake,
feeling chi slide up our spine like a snake,
readying us for a consciousness leap,
even as soma nectar seeps in deep,
as divine love always does, for love’s sake
and as in rapture, nodes within us shake,
unbound is our joy and yet our eyes weep.

How long we remain thus, we cannot say,
for we’re in a zone beyond space and time,
as resounds within, soundless bliss thunder,
revealing light of Self, as clear as day,
signalling to us, soul’s heavenward climb,
witnessed by presence, in childlike wonder.

Sonnet