Yogi

it is when you enter
that door of silence that the sun
begins to
believe
in your chosen place
of dignity

the sun never talks

the mouth must surrender
to the greater value of its
suicide

you settle upon a floor
clasp your hands
focus on the the garden
through the
glass window in front of you

to enter the gates of perfection
you must

hand your eyes gracefully
into the depths of
the wisdom of
silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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