Moksha

Through the grey veil of Maya
A storm filters in
A cacophony of consciousness
Beta waves blurring into
A dissonant din

At the edge of the Atman,
Where Sensation meets Source
The chaos collides, and the waveforms collapse
Instantaneous amalgamation
With an infinite force

In this moment in space
Dualities cease
My selves become one with the One
Unbounded I soar through the Source

Samsara released