I was sitting on a lotus flower.
Smelling sweet scent.
Enjoying the coolness of breeze.
Swaying in delights of rays of sun.
Suddenly,
I was hurled to depths of fathomless waters.
Sunlight was no more.
Ecstasy, lost.
Disturbed was the sludge and slime
that had settled on the water's floor,
uncovering bodies once buried there.
What an agony to see what I thought was gone.
Like lead, my aura turned grey.
Day and night thoughts went on and on and on and on.
Stuck, like the needle in the worn out groove of a record.
Memories, years old, flooded in.
I was sunk.
Drowned.
Lost in illusions,
and torments of the mind.
I Was Sitting On A Lotus Flower
1991 ©