Living my life has been series of holes and gigantic craters.  I usually walk with passionate intensity that at times translates to insensitivity towards a destination.  Then life or my insensitivity creates a hole or a gigantic crater along my path. I fall and depending on my rigidity, bruise my skin, break couple of bones, or crack my heart into billion pieces.  Then I laboriously nurse my skin, mend my bones or attempt to gather my heart into a whole.  My body mends because I'm alive and to live it must mend.  But my heart, each time it's broken doesn't knit into a whole.  I always leave behind a piece that I couldn't find in the darkness or the piece that caused the crater. Then I meet someone who saw a gigantic crater that I was dying to meet and without any prompting from me spread a safety net in the hungry crater.  As I fell, I didn't see or felt the difference from all the other craters I have fallen in the past.  But as I laid on the safety net with bruised heart, I wondered who placed the net.  I checked my body and felt for bruise and didn't see any.  I checked my heart and felt the bruises turning to purple with shame and mortification.  I looked past the walls of the crater and saw people staring down at me with pointed fingers saying that's what happens when you walk with such passionate intensity.  Others were whispering that she is insane.  My piece of heart that wanted to conform with the pointed fingers and whispers shriveled up and disappeared.  I looked at the purple areas of my heart and thought it will turn the colors of the rainbow.  I realized the piece of my heart that wanted the blandness of conformity needed to disappear for me to see the rainbow. I buried my bruised heart in a deep drawer to pretend that it didn't matter.  That the rainbow of bruises will appear when its time and tried to forget that I was missing my heart.  My poor heart was shivering in fear and wondering why it was being punished.  I didn't know but felt my heart's pain.  Then someone saw that I was missing my heart and showed me to breathe.  To fill my lungs with air and gather them to the center of my heart and release the air.  In observing my breath, I felt my heart expanding and taking uncertain steps trying to think from my heart's center and trying to lose the I of my brain.  I forgot that life is a gift and my heart celebrates with joy in living that at times is filled with pain. Dear teachers, thank you with love from my heart.