MY SAMADHI EXPERIENCE.

An Ode to Memories Lost.(POEM)

An Ode to Memories Lost.(POEM)

Luminaries ideas spring up within like volcanic liquid fire. Reason flashes before a moths wing clouds of doubt, regale our gaze. On distant shores, ventured alone radiant beauty softened the chill. Rivers of liquid light flowed like swirls of vaporous mist. Fear called out, but listened not. Many were there but none were present. The

MEMBRANE OF MOTION. (MOM)

INTUITION SEQUENCE. (I S).

INTUITION SEQUENCE. (I S).

INTUITION SEQUENCE. (I S).