Poem By ivor or ivor.e hogg
I meditate as yogins do.
Just let the passing thoughts flow through
like fishes in a crystal stream
As tenuous as puffs of steam
I am aware what’s going on
But need not pay close attention.
Subconsciously I am alert
ready to counter any hurt
I reach the stillness which I seek
a peaceful place which is unique.
Where I recharge my batteries
in a short while with greatest ease.
Then I return to face the day
renewed and ready for the fray.