A Poem About the Source

We are a stream consciousness,
in continuous flow,
moving from one thought to the next,
to the next sensation and feeling,
moving into open spaces of awareness,
where everything and anything becomes possible.

The mind clears itself, dissipating thought forms,
allowing our energies to settle,
cultivating so much "sattvic" energy,
that we begin to transcend upwards into our own light,
and completely merged with the source.

The source of all things, is consciousness itself
something we are living presently in every wakeful and sleeping second,
prior to everything, consciousness and the potential to create were one,
they were always together and inseparable,
like Shiva and Shakti, the male and female primordial forces.

Words cannot explain the incredible potential and omnipotence of source,
the mystery is beyond our understanding, yet we can grasp that we all came from something,
like thought can create our wildest imaginations,
our very existence was once a thought,
a spec of thought in the cosmic mind, the Mahat.


How do we continue connecting with source consciousness?
Meditations
~Iko Tumangan Yoga