She had always fought life

With the skill and grace of ten boxers.

Her intellect and hard work were single-handed

Responsible for putting her where she was.

For her, life had never been a bizarre

And hilarious adventure beyond her wildest dreams.

She thought that everyone had the potential

To realize the state of ultimate wisdom

As it is an intrinsic part of our nature.

The zen sages say that when the student

Is ready, the teacher will appear.

She had been waiting for her teacher

Stomach knotted with anxiety,

Tear-tainted frightened face

With a pain and grief almost beyond bearing.

She often used to cry, feeling old and weary

As though life had betrayed her.

Yet, she never buried her head in the sand.

Grounded and reasonable, she thought that

All her pains were beautifully orchestrated

To inspire her with the wisdom of

The wise belonging to the golden age of Kalidasa.

She thought of Cicero who believed that

The souls of wise people look to

The future of their existence,

All their thoughts concentrated towards eternity.

She started tapping into the energy

That created the stars.

She felt like a small keen wind

Strolling from the Arctic

At its own sweet will.

She felt her parachute had opened finally.

A new day dawned wit dazzling sunshine.

Krishna touched her hands.

Radha smiled at her.

Both sang to her the poetry of real life

And invited her to dance with them.

She joined them in a dance.

They taught her the steps.

Her heart melted, tears of joy flowed.

A sweet jasmine scent filled the air

While stars began to flower in the great sky.

pramila khadun