The yoga teacher speaks of the thymus gland
Hands in prayer position, thumbs touching chests, we listen
Close your eyes and go there she says and I do
to green fields spread out and blue sky
to openness and serenity
Next time, thumbs pressed to sternun
I try to return there... but
the edges are all rusty
the field funneled to an end, a cliff top
I stand where the land drops away
abruptly... my heart closes in fear
Am I ready to jump ? My eyes open
What signifigance is here, I muse
I long for those green fields
that my life should be thus :
spacious, no fear
My mind softens the cliff to a green slope
Do I dare to fly here?
Radha
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