I'm floating on the transcendental meditations of others.

I know it's not supposed to work that way,

But it does.

I am on my way to a place where I belong, 

A place where I have always yearned to be.

I will bathe myself in the lovely goddess, Ganga,

Where all my sins will be forgiven me.

I'll be set free, In facilitated Moksha,

From the exhausting cycles of life, and death.

I thirst, for the pure waters,

For the immersion into love,

For the remission of my western mind,

And the exotic, variant harmonic convergences of joy

That may carry me around the earth,

And beyond Akasha.

I'm going, going, gone...

-jenn