meditation

somewhere between the worlds

I hang suspended by my breath.

 

weightless

 

connected to something far beyond

this world

 

I see indigo mountains

surrounded by gold leaf sunshine

move towards them

as the yoga teacher calls me back

 

back

 

to my place on the attic floor

on soft cream carpet

a view through the skylight

of a purple meringue cloud and black chimney pots

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