once, a woman told me,
”i had visions
of some ancient
Hindi god when
you first walked
into
the room.
i don’t know her name,
but i saw her
in your face.”
(she nodded as if it were good.)
i never knew what that meant, especially since she didn’t practice Hinduism at all, but was Buddhist. still, though; on the days when i think i’m too small for all of this humanity, i remember people saying things like that to me, and somehow i feel a little bit better.
