
Everything is a door into myself.

Everything is a door into myself.

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

All I have to offer
is my vulnerability

I just want to sit at the feet of the master
and weep.
I just want to sit at the feet of the master
and weep.
I just want to sit at the feet of the master
and weep.
Hope, oh so ever poisonous
hope:
Why did you come to visit today?

Wanting to connect
I die to myself.
I can’t tell if that’s a bad thing
but it doesn’t matter.
And that’s a good thing.

To realize that I’ve been mourning the loss of what I never had.
What freedom!

She is the priestess of a god that doesn’t exist.
I once loved her, like in the cartoons,
my jaw to the floor, red, silky toys reflected on the memory of those vast green eyes.
With the power to burn or to heal,
what she does with that prowess is not for me to grasp.
All I know is that I make myself vulnerable and notice that nothing burns,
nothing remains.
We walked the streets of San Francisco, we visited Alcatraz, we played at the Montaña de Oro dunes, we hiked to the top of Cerro San Luis, we played at the San Luis Obispo rock climbing gym, we kayaked in Morro Bay…
But the most important part was that we were together.
Maya, Tad and Eduardo messing around in California … See my Tabblo>

The trust that has been placed on me by my teachers
I shall not defraud