
It’s not my job to teach her
My job is to love her

It’s not my job to teach her
My job is to love her


Everything is a door into myself.

Self love is
dancing to old tunes
in my car
as I drive on 101 S through the night.

May I dutifully follow today
the advice
I so keenly give others.
Amen

Just one moment of resting in the ground of my own being
Beats the taste of ten thousand girlfriends.
One hundred million of them.

The thoughts that would tell me that I’m better than you
The thoughts that would tell me that I’m worse than you
The thoughts that would tell me that I’m supposed to be over this
They are all welcome here.