In 1992 I took a vow
in the beautiful Berkshire mountains
with a teacher
who sprinkled holy waters on my head
and left me seeing with closed eyes
lavender hosts of light
as his long Hindu dress brushed
the edge of mine
where I sat in meditative repose
believing in the connection between
spirit and love and all beings
and promising myself never to forget
to reach out and experience the sweetest
form of love
that of trusting in the moment
and breathing into the
yogic experience of Life.
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