The orgasmic tingle of meditation, God how I love it, crave it, feel its addictive pull.
Most days I scurry around in meaningless Earthly circles
My ego stubbornly resisting the stillness.
But when I settle in and meet her there
When I bow and release and succumb and acquiesce,
She never disappoints.
Her energy is electric
Her cadence mesmerizing.
I feel the hard edges of my soul apparate into a fine mist
And I know I've given myself over to her.
I know the healing breath of the divine will fill my lungs once more
And for a string of moments I taste God on the lips of my heart.
I am bathed in the soothing vibrations of a father's lullaby
And I am enshrouded in the comforting embrace of a mother's soft breast.
I see myself.
I feel myself.
Sinking in. Letting go.
I am nothing and everything even if only for a moment.
And all at once it is enough.
I am enough.