I sit in the manner of the ancient Egyptians, 

The palms of the hands softly resting on the legs, 

And the torso erect and natural, 

A minaret pointing to the sky. 

I try to relax and abandon myself, 

To lose all tension 

And anxiety. 


As if I had entered a deep sleep 

But with senses ever more awake and aware; 

A great sense of well-being 

Pervades the body, the heart and my mind 

That so often chains me to its thoughts, 

It chains me. 


Add vision 

With closed eyes, 

Subtract distance 

And discover a third state of being 

That expands and returns, 

Divide the difference.