The Breeze at Dawn

I’d missed 4 days of yoga and felt bad about it.  Being sick this week  made going to class feel like a chore. I didn’t want to slip into that rut.  The day I went back Brigitte read this:

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself.
From within, I couldn’t decide what to do.
Unable to see, I heard my name being called.
Then I walked outside.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

Jalaluddin Rumi version by Coleman Barks