The Black Ocean

Poem: Higher States of Consciousness (Transcendental Meditation)

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The Black Ocean

I am floating in a black ocean after the sun has set,
leaving me devoid of all sensory perceptions,
as if I’m not even in my own frail body but in vast space itself.

I have nothing but pure intuition,
guiding my thoughts toward the abyss of silence,
putting to rest all the stress I’ve accumulated by just merely existing.

I am slowly taking off the grimy mask the world has provided me,
unveiling a brighter reality full of honest endeavors and joyous laughters,
no longer seeing and feeling illusory scenes in my head of the environment in which I’m submerged.

I feel my chest’s rhythm match that of the whistling winds upon the oceanic waves,
echoing the semblance of “Aum,”
which is what started all of creation in the first place: I am home.

I am smiling at how relaxed and energized I am,
lying utterly still in the hands of Mother Nature herself,
watching her pave the way for my life’s new path — my only path, she assures me.