Yoga

YOGA As old as time thou art. A rock of ages. Hidden, the wisdom of The ancient art. But Through thee unraveled. A pathway to purity, This mystique, with eyes Closed, deep breaths Mind on nothing, to The beyond my soul Levitates to harness. And my burden darkened Psyche, thy energy, like The swift current of the Sea sweeps away. And the nether world For tranquility I no more seek, For my soul, by thee like With hyssop had been Purged. In the utmost serene Plane I lay. Greatest of all mirth And sublimity I find When my eyes I close, Deep breaths I take. Transcended, my fragmented Psyche, by cares of this dark Terrestrial realm, integrates. For on an apogee of purity Of the beyond it anchors, Where a verdant pasture Of serenity it relishes. A pearl, but meretricious by Skeptics christened thou Truly art. (A REPOST)