April Love prompt: “something beginning with a”: apples and an avocado

I was reminded of this poem yesterday, and as I read it again I thought it was the perfect thing to share on this day of rest, when I won’t really be resting because I’ll be at a yoga teacher training all day.

Autobiography In Five Chapters
By Portia Nelson
From: Sogyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying

1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

2) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

5) I walk down another street.