The Magic of Kriya (poem)

Letters showing the way, divine forms incarnate in another way.

Rising from one loka to the next in a golden glow, the snake's silk thread weaves its way through the eye of needles on its journey through eternity.

Touching, feeling, being, bliss, so fun, I dive beyond it, always known.

I become One, One knows the I. The dance divine, witnessed on high, sweating nectar unseen in the playground of us.

Everywhere home, I visit the lakes, one by one. Breath comes, goes, disappears, reappears in time.

Magic touches the heart, and it gives a vision. Hardship and ease are all in it's flower, opening a fragrance uniting space unbound...