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.