Investigation On The Third

I sit in the manner of the ancient Egyptians,

The palms of the hands softly resting on the legs,

And the torso erect and natural,

A minaret pointing to the sky.

I try to relax and abandon myself,

To lose all tension

And anxiety.

As if I had entered a deep sleep

But with senses ever more awake and aware;

A great sense of well-being

Pervades the body, the heart and my mind

That so often chains me to its thoughts,

It chains me.

Add vision

With closed eyes,

Subtract distance

And discover a third state of being

That expands and returns,

Divide the difference.