Meditation

no concept of time whatsoever
all in this world slowly slips away
fading into silk screens of perception
all that matters is the now
and the voice calling
deeper
deeper
deeper
gone
faded too, like the feeling in your toes
in your ankles
knees
thighs
straight up to your eyes
a worldly numbness
which finally provides you with
thought
finally connecting you to
your soul
my soul
our soul
the soul

be it:
orbiting perfection
shared by mystics
and skeptics alike
connecting the world
in a bliss you have access to
angelic pleasure
worlds of ethereal
nirvana

or:
dendrites lapsing into trance
releasing brain chemicals at
unholy levels
synaptic miracles of
overflowing seratonin pools
of stimulation numbing
into oblivious consiousness

it is:
overwhelming bliss
singular mental flawlessness
the goal