Today I choose to meditate in savasana posture but forget to set the alarm. Afterwards, I’m standing in my room. And I can see my wardrobe, work-desk, and bed. Then I see my body lying unconscious on the floor. I start trembling. I lean towards the wall for support, but it melts like a mass of clouds. I tumble through the fading wall into the ocean. Suddenly I’m floating among psychedelic seahorses, tie-dyed mandarin-fish, kaleidoscopic sea-turtles, and luminous clownfish. I stay afloat among these sea creatures adoring the deep ocean scenery. I think I have overcome my fear of deep water but then I start gasping for breath, my lungs fill with water. My limbs get heavier, my brain fogs from lack of oxygen. Out of the deep blue, I sense a pulsing voice from afar. “Do you want to go back?” I answer yes—inaudibly. I tremble and gasp, mouth wide-open, like a fish washed ashore. I flop back and forth, before I regain my breath and get off the floor.
the northeast trade winds arrive
with Sahara dust