When I sit down alone or in crowd with legs crossed hands clutched and eyes shut everything around me ceases to exist. World begins to crumble down and reduces to a bindi between my brows and I, to a mere drop heading towards the ocean I'm part of. In that very moment I know I have left my body that I have died and trust me waking up to death is more beautiful than living a lie. On meditation and spirituality. Thank you YourQuote New Writers Club for the poke. I chose to write on this prompt #wakinguptodeath #yqbaba #yqpoetry #writingresolution #365days365quotes
