Wandering Yogi - Part 2

Yogi found herself once again lost in thought as she stepped aimlessly along the path. It had been a long day, full of unending trials and tribulations. For today was the day she lost a dear friend, whose life, like a young sapling, was cut short. On the path she noticed her steps waiver as her mind failed to make sense of a light that had shone in front of her for so long, now taken away. It seemed that even her feet felt disconnected from the earth as she circled in the tower grove of old trees. Like elders, they watched over her and were familiar. It was the reason she had come to this place. To escape. To gain clarity from the grief and muddled landscape of home.

What was home anymore? Who was yogi now that her friend had left this physical realm? A realm they had shared together in laughter. And yet in muddled grief, memories of joy also came which made the sadness sharper. Like light contrasted against dark in fair moonlight, her heart swam in a vast ocean of not knowing. Or so it seemed…

On her way back from her walk, she found herself knocked suddenly back by a strong gust of wind. The startling sensation made her wander how the air which she breathed could push and pull so forcefully, and yet, carry a seed ever so gently to a fertile new home. How could the wind element move the branches of these towering trees and fill the space of her small lungs?

When she listened to the wind, she thought she heard her friend’s laughter, roaring like the guffaw of the wise Buddha in defiance of death. And in the laughter of the gusting wind, her loss was drowned out by the Universal spirit that soothed its way into her heart, into her bones, and into the space of her breath.