I, Too

like shiva in his ring of fire

I, too, with my four arms poised

balanced on one flat foot

closed my goddess eyes

dreamed the new world

I, too, was filled with that light

opened my human heart

danced a tabla rhythm

jingled my golden coins

walked among you smiling

but it’s dark now

and I’ve been silent

shining still, but silent

my four arms poised

Yes

Can I stay present to the ache of loss or disgrace—disappointment in all its many forms—and let it open me?  

Pema Chodron