My eyes open 

To translucent orange jellyfish  

Swimming in this azure open space

Into which I walk

With emotional burden fading.

The wailing guitar echoes,

Filling this vastness

Where dimensions come together

For their vibrations 

To unfurl patterns

In tessellations.

They glide between these resonant forms 

In tune with the wail.

Their pink tentacles 

Slide over the resonances

Absorbing energy 

From the percussion —

Pulsating rhythm,

Propelling themselves in that slow beat 

Exploring tesserae.

Their tentacles end in scintillating stars

Awakening memories in my mosaic,

Dissolving with the vast nebulae

Into the clean, silky interweave,

Having surrendered 

To what’s to come, unencumbered.

My torso in tune with the morning blues,

My legs catching the rhythm,

And my head swaying, in dhun,

I sense Santoshi 

Transforming again.