Yog or Union

Today I sat
on the floor,
at a threshold-
crossing thin vertical space
the door to my garden,
inside and out,
both within and without
shedding my past
and without a future,
balanced and poised
erect and at ease
still and silent,
perfecting my Yog,
a union
of my body,
with my mind/spirit -
to lose it all.

And, ridding my mind -
my mind soared.