This morning during my asana practice, I experienced the liberating feeling that it would be ok to die, that the line between my being and my non being was so blurred to be quite non-existent. This death-as-liberation feeling was so overpowering and wonderful, people outside of yogic experience may hear this as crazy-talk by a desperate or psychotic person. But my experience was at my most tranquil and balanced states of mind and body.
The other day I was having a conversation with one of my poetry buddies. We were talking about how the other dimension is always there right before our eyes, right beside us, and in the act of writing poetry we often enter this other dimension.
So in yoga...the other is always present.
I can simply disappear into it as vapor.
Transform into a dew drop on a god's eyelash.
