The slender hermit crawled out of his cave
And sported a very warm welcome indeed,
A splendid shawl tossed over his shoulders,
Collarbones protruding from his tan skin.
He outstretched his arms into heartfelt hug
Which the boy was most joyous to share.
The mystic man had just finished a night
Of insomniac moon rituals, intense yoga
Of which this was the fifteenth sequence.
He requires a bit of conscious breathing
Exercises as he strolls around the boulders
And asks if the boy would care to join him.
spiritual enlightenment for
spiritual enlightenment for the strong and disciplined
I like your evolving style in
I like your evolving style in this poem. The lingering uncertainty is part of the total evocative power of the poem, and the coy glimpses of a world like ours, but apparently not entirely like ours, keeps the interest mounting.
Starward