Dancing with Karma

As I lay here in a meditative trance,

My body tingles in this weightless dance.

I feel so high, a delicious thrill,

As my spirit yields, bending to his will.

 

My inner self stirs, awakening slow,

Guided by a force only we both know.

Unfolding insides, a lotus in bloom,

Bathed in heat, filling every room.

 

From source, from him, the power streams,

Deeper he dives into shared dreams.

Pain and pleasure bound so tight,

Filled by his devine will in the dark of night.

 

Karma consumes me; he whispers, soft and slow,

“This is yours; you’ve earned this, you know.

You will take it all, let your body give way—

This is what you wished for, anyway.”