Often, during meditation
Sky-dweller I am
Not the sky you'd imagine
With its clouds and stars
But Aakash, my ninth Chakra
Past the eighth, Talu
The bridge to the High
Gateway to Sahasrara
And then up
The closest I can get
Beyond my body-mind
It is truly
Peaceful there
Not an arid peace
But the benign calm
That one feels
In the lap
Of a loving mother
One day,
With the Mother’s blessings
I will rise more
And the calm
Will turn to Bliss
Kishore Asthana