A short poem after Ati Guruyoga ‘A’ practice at dawn today:

‘A’ Poesy

Sun rose in eyes.

Ambling lane awash with birdsong deer rustling trees.

‘A’ .

Saw wind and birdsong colours heard the sun and sky.

Ocean diving fields body melded rose and fell.

Breathing vibrant mass.

Bliss unborn and unbecoming whole.