Journey Within Poem by Saroj Padhi

Sated with the surges of flesh
the body falls to an abysm of silence
eliciting the spirit from a bondage
to soar high into the vast blue space
where there is radiance of light
clouds of bliss aloft without pace,
there's a strange stillness
in sanctum sanctorum
no excitement or boredom,
in a mind afloat like light wind,
thoughts are wood dead
emotions like boats on still water
by current nowhere are led,
you sit like a block of rock
at the center of a mountain
an eternal stream of mythical rivers
flow deep inside like a fountain,
you are abuzz awhile
like soft murmur of a brook
soon to turn into a nameless spook,
down into a glimmer you sink
without desire for any brink,
you are the flower in cool flame
ashimmer of light without a name!