Apotheosis

Developing flying art in meditation Now flying out of body I am again Remaining in a fine thread of love I am catching sound of Earth then. Pain I do not have at all I am happy Every obstacle I bear and I tolerate Winter comes summer comes to give Cold or hot I face ever eagerly I rate. Hate I do not, every creature I love I do not fear at all anybody I judge I do not tremble calamities come go To adjust, I fly out of body I budge. Highest point I want to touch in life Who does call is Divine from back Ever ready I am to go with God sure Pure mind tells me ready is my pack. © Pintu Mahakul,1 November 2016. All rights reserved.