My Direction

As I sit
praying to you..
I am waiting
for you
to fix me.
Fix my heart.
Fix my soul.
Just Fix me.
At temple
it is quiet
and as I am
sitting
on my prayer
cushion
I pray
to be fixed and
put in the
right direction.
I feel a little
more peaceful.
I get up
and gather
all my stuff.
The temple
is quiet today.
It usually is.
I come at odd
times.
As I leave
the friendly
monk bows
to me.
He says..
You look peaceful
today..
It is working
Your direction.
Excuse me
I say..
thinking of
my prayer about
my direction.
This is so
strange.
Your direction
of prayer,
it is working.
He smiles.
I am sorry,
but what does that
mean?
I ask.
He looks at me.
silently.
It is making
me nervous.
You have been
coming
here a year and
for that year
you pray backwards.
The front of
the temple
is the door you
walk into.
you pray to the opposite
wall.
He smiles...
you pray to the back
wall instead of the
front.
I feel like a total
Jackass.
I am so sorry.
I say,
I had no idea.
The next time
I will face the
right direction.
My face
is red I am
so embarrassed.
No.
He says.
No.
This is your
direction.
You are not
like the others.
Its easy to
see.
You keep praying
in this direction...
It is your direction
your path.
He bows.
Peace be in your
heart he says
and walks away.
This is my
Direction,
and it has always
been different
from others.
How did I
not see it?
As I walk out
I see a man
sitting and facing
where my back would
be.
I start to laugh.
To me he is praying
backwards.
But to him he is
facing his direction.
This explains
so much.