MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! ! Patanjali - For Alison

The boy Patanjali,
flying his kite in the breezy Thiramurti hills
one day cut the thread; the kite
sailed over the hills upon the wind;

asked why he had done that,
the child had no answer;
only his future life
and yoga sutras.

The kite was silent, dancing in its joy;
we, that joyful kite.

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Comments (2)

Feels like floating through the poem.Wonderful! Best wishes. A.
You're right Michael - it would make a beautiful dance. Something for next week's class methinks. Thank you for sharing Patanjali's gift - the joy of letting go... And for dedicating this poem to me. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥