London
by
Barbara E. Foley

An avid traveler,
fresh from London,
arrived at an ashram
in UttarKashi
and effused to the
silent yogi who greeted her,
“You really must go to London—
quite a lot to see and do there!”
The yogi only rolled
his vast eyes and replied,
“No need, madam,
I am London.”

Inspired by my first visit to London, January 2004

This is my version of a supposedly true story
I was told some years ago.

Copyright 2005, Barbara E. Foley. All rights reserved.

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