This plant I burn is more than just plain Sage. It is, verily, Mother Nature’s hair. It’s sweet smoke spreads in the air, turning this room into a sacred lair.
I chant words of power in my inner speech, causing goddesses of fire to dance within. I feel them as tingling sensations on my skin, a subtle cool heat that burns away my sin.
I sing prayerful songs with my outer speech, longing to end this illusory commotion, by singing songs of sincere Devotion, and getting drunk on ecstatic emotion.
Then I am drawn into meditation, diving deep into the darkness of closed eyes, I find the space beyond thought, beyond lies, and now I feel my consciousness begins to rise.
These are primordial activities. These are Sadhanas: How the wise strive with all their might: to be free from ego-entanglement at night, trying to become one with that divine light.
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