using will, applying
firm determination to
stay still. It is an ordinary
morning, thoughts
and stories flitting through
the mind like Spring
birds at the feeder -
going, coming, singing,
fighting. My mind is
anything but quiet. And
then there is a shift.
Light pours into light,
and the small being
that was me expands.
There is open space
and energy, as if the
cosmos chose to birth
itself within my breast.
Light pours into light,
and then I'm back in
ordinary time and thought,
birds begging me for
more seed in the feeder.
One Soul: More poems from the heart of yoga, Danna Faulds, pg 41
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