A poem, pentameter syllabic metering, depicts my method and experiences when meditating. |
Sensory to Extrasensory Perception By Vaughan Jones Using my senses and meditating, I transform into a spiritual state, Sitting on a rock at the riverside. There in calm and faithfulness I abide, Remaining still, ever contemplating, Earth energies rising through my body. I listen to birds chirping happily I hear the fresh water running freely I see the beauty that surrounds me I feel the cool breeze touching my face I smell the freshness of the foliage I taste the fresh cool crystal-clear water. Lifting my arms outward, hands turned upward Setting the trusted timeframe in my mind, I center my thoughts and my energies. Bringing my hands together as in prayer. I inhale deeply, exhaling slowly, Using Prana to enter Alpha state Peace and tranquility flows over me, I wallow in this great feeling of calm. My body asleep and my mind alert I drift deeper into the Theta state. Oblivious of all this life’s troubles Healing takes place in my body and soul. As my time approaches finality I open my physical sense again. Experiencing the beauty once again, Feeling invigorated, healed, new, Ready to return to the crazy world, Free to cope with life’s stresses again. Pure Bliss. |