Wounded Healer

 “Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass. “All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.” His body was urgent against her, and she didnt have the heart anymore to fight...She  saw his eyes, tense and brilliant, fierce, not loving. But her will had left her. A strange weight was on her limbs. She was giving way. She was giving up...she had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes...He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began...

  I had been going to the Yoga sessions at Aurobindo Ashram and the imposing and beautiful meditation hall had been beckoning me for a few days now … This morning I did go .. I stepped in gingerly and lay out the meditation pillows they had to make the seat comfortable .. I was sitting right across from Sri Aurobindos large portrait .. his kind but keen eyes sort of scrutinizing you.. I was alone except for another Ashramite and the sound of the floor being scrubbed.. I plugged in my ear phones and started the guided mediation to “awaken the chakras” by the Anand sangha group … I remember the initial part of the meditation and I was sinking deeper .. I was visualizing a streak of light through my spine shooting up to wards my third eye and sort of culminating and expanding there .. deeper than Id ever been.. I don’t remember much beyond it which implies I was deep into the process .. I opened my eyes slowly n saw Aurobindo’s stern penetrating gaze on me .. my eyes were already ...