I am ...

To experience the experience depicted in this poem is the 

aim of my life. I wrote this poem in anticipation of 

this eternal experience. I wrote this when I was eating, 

sleeping and drinking this experience. 

I just had to write it. 

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My heart stopped beating,

the lungs stopped breathing,

the breath stopped flowing. 

My body was as if dead. 

Yet I knew, I was never more alive, 

or closer to reality. 

My body was in suspended animation 

electrified by the cosmic current. 

My soul and cognition

broke free from the bodily cage,

and expanded their realms 

to the bliss of cosmic consciousness. 

Through the soil, 

I saw the roots. 

Through the trunk of trees, 

I discerned the fluids. 

Opaqueness was defunct, 

transparency ubiquitous. 

People on a distant land 

moved about my cosmic body,

even as an ant wandered on my 

now inert physical body. 

Joy, sorrow, anger, jealousy, lust, 

pleasure, pain - all merged into 

the perennial cosmic bliss. 

Cities, countries, oceans, 

earth, sun, galaxies 

were all within me. 

I was large enough to have the 

whole universe in my underbelly,

and yet small enough to be 

within an atom simultaneously. 

I heard the cosmic vibration 

"AUM" reverberating throughout 

the infinitude of the universe 

and within me all the same. 

My vision was all dimensional, all pervasive. 

My senses all perceptive. 

Past, present and future dissolved in me. 

I was beyond time. 

Here, there and in between were within me.

I was beyond space. 

There wasn't a twig that would 

break without my knowledge. 

There wasn't a mountain 

I couldn't move. 

There wasn't a creation 

I wasn't in. 

I was basking in the superether of 

omniscience, omnipotence and omnipresence. 

"Samadhi" made me realize that God is 

bliss, beyond the boundaries of imagination. 

seductive, beyond the thought of comparison. 

I was now one with God. 

Rather, I was God. 

I am God. 

As I revoked my consciousness 

to the strangulating boundaries of physical cage, 

my breath started flowing, 

my lungs started breathing and 

my heart started beating. 

The ant was still foraging 

on my physical periphery. 

Out on a ramble 

I saw fellow human beings,

blissfully unaware of their real self. 

Their parochial view of self made  

them feel they're their profession,

anything and everything but God. 

I saluted the master magician, 

for having built "The Matrix" called earth. 

Hypnotized us all in the veil of delusion,

making us believe that the unreal is the real,

While the real is elusive and beyond the limits 

of comprehension of the dormant mind.