With a cushion in hand slipping below me As I squatted bent down to sit my eyes went for HIM HE was in nadi shodhan The other eye covered in the shadow of palm the one eyed SAINT looked deep into me HIS eyelids fluttered eyes rolling up the look pierced through me My movement stopped my glance was stuck HIS eyelids shut My eyes closed the rudra puja chantings had already begun Body lost Mind went down ages Outlines of emotions people and situations the sam veda chants took consciousness further away uncharted territories sometimes familiar om namah shivaye brought back the life to its present moment monday morning blues were set to begin Eyes went locking HIM with stare Every movement noticed Every gesture followed And then the eyelids seemed to move opened to give a glimpse the intense look sharpened something within just a fraction open with immense power HIS eyes went shut again Opened and closed a few times now only loo...
"Sofar" captures the distance traveled so far from now.