Category: Around the Ashram

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt;

The body is a bodhi tree,
the mind a bright mirror stand.
Always diligently clean it,
and let no dust alight.

There is a really deep well inside me.
And in it dwells God.
Sometimes I’m there too.
But more often stones and

Round and round
the centre I spin,
Leaving the without
to enter within.
No beginning, no end,
just the breath,<br

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;