for ten days
for the first time in my life
I slept under canvas:
tree shadows from the sun
and the moon:
nestled in a forest by the Pyrenees:
cicadas sing and birds call:
fireflies light meandering pathways:
owls hoot by night:
after breakfast
the sound of a conch horn
calls us up the hill
for yoga:
our pilgrimage:
as I breathe in the forest air
I gaze up at the blue sky:
these views from my red yoga mat:
when I journeyed up the winding road
from En Durou
to Viveka:
to be continued ....
