One Poem of India

Strait out of India with a soul on fire.
prosperity blooming like a lotus flower.
From meditation to yoga with a new definitions of God.
Found heaven in my skin no more feeling odd.
A new Deva emerges, does that sound blasphemous?
Believing in ones self should not come with a ceiling built over it
If me gives birth to we, and we teaches me.
Then like a eternal circle at all ages we are pupils.
No longer will I live in one way of intellgience.
The Galaxy inside me has had it's own big bang.
No Theory is needed I understand theI am.