A woman sits cross-legged in a floating bubble,
eyes closed, smiling.
She is the image of one’s divinity.
Untouched, natural,
in a vacuum,
solely existing within the universe.
Unconnected to any physical world.
Unconnected to appearance or ego.
She only listens to what’s in the bubble:
the universe,
her intuition,
and her body.
But she is not alone.
A snake sits on top of her head,
with its head peaking out of the bubble.
The snake is the connection outside of the bubble
to earth.
And the snake gets to whisper in her ear
the things that occur out in the physical world she’s now connected to:
other people, expectations, responsibilities, desires, fears, passions, temptations, loss, birth, angels, demons.
Things she cannot control.
But she’s tamed the snake.
He’s wrapped comfortably around her head,
hugging her.
To have the snake touch you without harm, distraction, or disturbance;
that is peace.
To be able to find joy with the snake;
that is enlightenment.
and to be able to give that joy back to the world
through him;
that is love.
Ali Walks Around 