Dear young man:
Thank you for the compliments on my beauty and
But perhaps hitting on me at the 24-hour chant
wasn’t the very best of choices.
Dear beautiful young man with the 4% body fat cut physique:
You are indeed a pleasure to look upon.
Your face is like a porcelain doll’s
Too pretty and too cool for someone with the heat of me to love.
I prefer faces like Japanese Kintsugi Pottery, made more beautiful for the cracks
I prefer a face that has placed a loved one in the grave
And one that has had to climb itself back up to happiness.
I prefer a body that has that slight soft edge of vulnerable
One that might Feel
better than it looks
One that shows its owner gives more attention to the inside
than the outside.
Dear loquacious 26 year-old:
I am not offended that you attempted to educate me,
a 49 year-old Woman with a 25-year practice,
on what is required to be an advanced yogi and the
I know that your words were peacock feathers to impress me –
I am sorry if I did not hide my amusement well.
There will come a time when you will grow weary of your own words.
Only then you will learn the gift of silence.
You will discover that the greatest wisdom comes from the quiet of the in-between spaces
And words are nothing more than a distraction from the essence of the Greater Something
There will come a time when that silence will lead you to the Great Emptiness inside
And sooner or later,
you will experience the paradox that the Great Emptiness is,
the source of the Overflowing Fullness.
There will come a time when you will be able to resist the temptation to jump on laps
and slobber on faces,
When you will understand that,
as cute as you are,
seasoned Women don’t much care for awkward jumps and slobbers,
we prefer seasoned Menwho understand the value of silence,
Dear young man:
but no thank you.
© Sabrina Santa Clara, 2014