It happens all the time. You read a poem. An image strikes you. There's no help for it, you have to write one too.
Of definitions
When ego fades to nothingness
And soul hangs on the edge of something indefinable,
Do you know where you are?
Do you know who you are?
In whispered directions
In hissing of held breaths and gasps
In joined climbing of a joyous peak
How do you define
The deed, the need, the outcome?
Life worshipping life?
When heart is full
When speech is lost
When a monsoon of sweat brings bodies to harvest in due time
As hand meets hand and fingers flame caresses
When the sanctity of Vedic chants infuses sweat- drenched murmurs,
When kisses replace the one hundred and eight praises of divinity
And heartbeats echo the tempo of temple bells
As body worships body:
What is prayer?
What does it mean?
A little death.