A process is there
Going back to home
Going back to ultimate truth
The process is called
Mystic Yoga .
Push up your life air
From the navel to the heart
Then to the root of the palate
Then to the space between the eyebrows
Finally out of the cerebral hole.
And you give up your material connection
And it is the solution of all problems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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