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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