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Yoga in Cirencester
Jan Wilding
THE “ATHA” NOCTURNE
And now, Behold
Beneath my hand my heart beats
The Tor echoes the drum
The moon shines her golden light down upon me
I watch
And Venus watches back.
Who looks, who listens?
Who speaks the sounds in my head?
Golden is the silence.
Take me to that still space
Inside, outside,
Which is which?
Through circles in the mind
The Satellite lights round and round.
And now, be still and know that I am
The moon waits.
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