Saturday, December 22, 2012
written by Stephie Goldfish
Eventually, we arrive at the day. The end. The day the world ends. Ritualistically, we pray. We cry. We mourn. We grieve. As the day lingers on, we think upon our past, our endless cravings we've satisfied over the ages. We've reached our limits. Urgently, we wake up. Come to our senses. Only then, do we still. We quiet. We listen. We're mute in meditation. And overnight, it seems, this desire you've hungered and thirsted for, a new spiritual energy, rises up, in the new day, the new life, the Era of Illumination.
As in a Kundalini awakening, with a sounding hiss, you've risen. And you surrender to its bliss.