Dear Lord of Yoga, great Teacher,
may I stay
here
with you
in the eternal now.
What is your pleasure,
your wish,
my command?
When I move,
the illusion of here and there
takes root
and I am adrift
on an ocean
of gunas.
Formless One,
Spirit,
existing within
uncontained by form,
may my vision be cleansed
may Goddess Maya’s
dance
not entrance
that eye may see
You
always
behind the dance.
—Chandra