It didn't happen while
I was meditating.
No mantras, no naad,
nada.
Instead-
I dove in while
no one was watching.
Gravity commanded
my anatomy.
And under its rule
the vessel capsized.
Liquid blue hydrogen bonds
refused to give up their oxygen
in any viable form
and the resultant lifeless body
plummeted to darker hues.
The prana
that had accumulated
during my short stay
took a vacation from
biology
and observed.
I don't recall a fight
but
my body begs me to
every time
I identify
with maya.
Because,
my lungs remember
(and relive)
that they are finite
and I am not
with every exchange.
