Through the Window
In my living room
While lying on my back
On the couch,
I can gaze through the window
Past the roof of the house,
Past the bright green leaves
Of the lofty trees
Gently swaying in the breeze,
Past the endlessly changing forms
Of the brilliant white clouds
Slowly drifting by,
I can gaze through the window
Into the unfathomable infinity
Of the wondrous deep blue sky.
This is my favorite place
To read about ancient Yoga.
Yoga Demystified 