In the Presence of an Avadhut
No, he didn't utter a word
Raised his hand in salutation
To return mine!
No, I didn't have any inclination
Either to utter a word
Or entertain a thought
Thought had been suspended
The silence that followed
Wasn't a strain but wholesome
An uplifting feeling
Originated from the navel
To travel upward
How do people liken orgasm
That numbs the senses
In a downward thrust
To a moment of meditative vibes
That elevate one's core upward?
The Master's presence
Benumbed me
His silence suspended me
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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