For British Meghan, and for Robert Weir; real life yoga masters!
She sat in the lotus position
Overlooking
A peaceful shore
With her thumbs touching
The middle fingers of each hand
She closed her eyes
And pronounced the word OM
Silently to herself
Trying to feel
The inner light within
The love of the universe
Inside us all
Her concentration was complete
Her consciousness unwavering
Until
The image of her best friend
She had met at a yoga class
Broke her resolve
It was three days ago
That she walked in on her
Having sex with her ex-boyfriend
On his king size water bed
She caught them
Right in the middle of the act
The synchronicity of the timing
Startled her
She interpreted the event
As a message from the universe
That the relationship wasn’t working
As she reached
For her bottle of purified water
A butterfly landed on her shoulder
She didn’t even feel it
The oneness
She had experienced
Was so profound
So all embracing
She couldn’t remember
Where she had placed her granola bar
As she was getting ready
To jog back home
A cyclist passing by stopped
And asked for her phone number
She politely thanked him for asking
But declined to give it to him
The cyclist started on his way again
Then turned to see if she was still there
To his dismay
She was jogging
In the opposite direction
Meeting her caused him
To lose his concentration
Just as he was regaining it
He heard her call out to him
She had changed her mind
He turned to look at her again
And when he did
He went head first over a cliff
She grimaced at the horrible scene
Her grief was immense
She even felt responsible
To some extent
Why is life so cruel?
She asked herself
Why is my karma so bad?
Within the last few days
She had to quit her yoga class
Lost her boyfriend
To another woman
Less fit than her
And certainly
Not as spiritually aware
And now
She had to find
A new place to meditate
A place
Where guys wouldn’t hit on her
Couldn’t he tell
She had a broken heart?
Why are men so oblivious?
Couldn’t he see
She was trying to process a loss
She had experienced?
She wanted to be alone
To center herself
To let go of the pain
Now she had to hope
That a new guy would come along
Preferably
One that is physically fit
Well endowed
Has lots of money
And most importantly
Just as spiritual as her
As she started jogging again
It occurred to her
That it would probably be better
If he was a jogger
Rather than a cyclist
That way she wouldn’t
Have to endure
The agony of watching
Another guy go tumbling
Head first over a cliff
They could jog together
They could meditate together
They could do yoga together
They could do everything together
If she watched him carefully
And constantly kept him busy
She wouldn’t lose him
To another woman again
Another point of concern
Is that
She never did care much
For those skintight biking shorts
They’re so gross
If he has enough money
She may even be able to open
Her own yoga school
And help others become
As enlightened as her
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