Balasana

Laying open in my own dark abyss,
I grasped the void,
Groped the nothingness in search,
Of what, I cannot describe in words.

There is a yearning to explore,
To tumble, somersault, and explode in this space:
Means to no end.

For eternity I could live in fancy,
Act out the motions of dreams,
And dream as far as a dreamer cannot realize.
Beyond.
Still nothing can be realized.

Is living in-fancy akin to infancy?
Am I stuck in child's pose,
Nose to the ground, listening to the Earth for a truth?

Breathing in through the ground,
Earth's whisper and vibrations fill my veins.

Perhaps this simplicity is all I need.
Invigorating the mind with breath and being.
Forget the yearning,
the material.

Breathe.