Poem: Returning to My Drishti by Mark Tulin

I sit quietly

at this moment

 with a slight lift

 of the hips,

 legs folded,

 little finger

 touching thumb,

 heart and crown

 toward the sky,

 lips parted.

 I breathe in.

 I breathe out.

 I breathe in.

 I breathe out,

 gently gazing down,

 following my breath,

 distracted at times,

 returning to my drishti


 and again.




I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

2 comments on “Poem: Returning to My Drishti by Mark Tulin

  1. Irene Ruiz

    Oh! If only I could do that, that must be so relaxing!

  2. Irene, you can. Anyone can. You have to want it enough. Just like knitting, you wanted to learn to knit and you did. Now you can knit with the best of them.

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