I’ve cleansed my body head to toe, even
doubling the Neti pot’s value, adding
salt to its warm water. Sandal paste’s sheen
helps my physique glow, and offers padding
to my erotic scent. Pranayama
eases my bhadrasana on the bed
as I prep for divine union’s drama:
Gods Shiva and Shakti so subtly wed,
awakening the sushumna nadi,
arousing kundalini from its coil,
climaxing in our Laja Samadhi.
What a celestial payment for my toil…
This can’t be right…I’m ripe for our mating.
So why does she keep on meditating?
Roger Armbrust
June 21, 2007
