I opened my eyes during yoga today and
it was during a time when the instructor
told us to keep them closed.
It was hot in the room and we had
just started class and the instructor
was a bit of a preacher.
She spoke of failure and success;
strength and weakness; digression and advancement;
loss and gain; claiming that all were
the different sides of the same stick, but
love and fear were not. They had their own sticks.
Maybe I disagreed, or maybe it was hot
or, maybe I became fearful but I opened
my eyes which immediately fell on a picture of
seven women sitting cross-legged with their
hands in prayer.
If you cut a second in half and then cut that
second you’d have the amount of time it took
for me to feel more alone than I did before.
There is nothing worse than watching people
grow in strength and you could join them
if only you could close your eyes.