The Anima Mundi in New Year Frost

The first deep frost of the year
we walk to the second gate 
three kilometres at most
my boots don’t always hold me
so unstable for a split second
 on the ice but the light is perfect
with multiple shades of blue
and white caught by the lake
and the distant mountain tops
snowless clear as ice 
are forms of fallen light
on its way toward Logos

And there is stillness and silence
apart from the cries 
of white fronted geese in flight
so resisting the will 
to be doing this and that
I join with this frozen space
I sit on the towelled mat

In Vajrasana I compass
the presence of  spirit
which is everywhere
open an assemblage 
of light in my living form

smoke rises from the 
burning sage  and myrrh
while my breath dwells
dwells in the cold  motionless
air that invades the jar space 
of a casement window

I move into Shashankasana
breathe into Manipura
from the navel to its place
in the spine and am enwombed
feel I could rest here forever
forever a regression
in the service of transcendence

Returning  via Vajrasana
repeating an old mantra
I come to stand in Qi Gong
my arms  reach out
to embrace and hold
the imaginary ball of energy
that is light and matter together
moving it down with my hands 
to ground me in its power.