Sit sill and disengage normal activities.
Draw energy from the earth,
Admit power from the heavens.
Fertilize the seed within;
Let it sprout into a flower of pure light.
And let brightness open the top of your head:
Divine light will come pouring in.
Your mind is empty,
Light seeps into your whole body.
Sitting cross-legged, with hands clasped,
As if trying to embrace the brilliant flood,
Your skin turns transparent.
How can a bag of skin hold divine magnitude?
Your last vestiges burn away in a torrent
of infinity.
Only after inderterminate time do you returne.
Flesh, blood, bone.
Where you gone? Or were you never here in the first place?
Where is the torrent?
It is not gone;
You've only closed to it once more.
'365 Tao - Daily Meditations. Deng Ming Dao
beijinho princesa :)