I sit in the manner of the ancient Egyptians
With the palms of my hands gently stretched out on my legs
And my torso erect and natural, a minaret towards the sky
I try to relax and abandon myself
So much so that I don't have more tension or worries
As if I had entered full sleep
But with the senses increasingly conscious and awake
And the body, the heart and my mind
That often chains me to its thoughts, it chains me
Add the sight with eyes closed
Subtract the distance and the third you will discover
That expands and finds itself again
Split the difference