Four years ago, I found myself on a rooftop in Pune India getting ready for yoga practice. Our leader read us the words of Kikakou: A blind child/ guided by his mother, / admires the cherry blossoms... These words, captured in Mark Nepo's handy "Book of Awakening," pierced my jet-lagged heart. In 11 words, Kikakou reveals a mystery: To what are we blind? How do we guide someone who cannot see what we see? What beauty is offered to us every day, expecting nothing in return? Four years later, still a blind child finding my way.