In another life, I was that
homeless bipolar alcoholic
who wandered into your yoga temple
and started cursing
until he was removed by
the palace guards.
What you didn't realize was that
it meant so much to me.
I learned the tree pose.
I practiced it religiously in my
prison cell for years.
I never forget your gentle voice,
piercing the core of my pain,
planting a golden seed of peace.
That's why I'm here now,
sitting beside you at the feet
of the Teacher.
Suddenly I turn and gaze into your eyes.
Oh yes, dear one, we've met before.
Thank you. I'm sorry. Forgive me.
In the kingdom of love
there's not the slightest difference
between the pure and the impure.
Photo: Sri Sri Ravi Shankar in Seattle tonight.