There is a Freedom regardless of conditions.
Even as I’m covered with mud, I taste it.
.
When people ask me
Wanting to know what that’s like
I tell them that it’s like when they go for a walk with a dear friend
And share from the heart.
.
It’s exactly like that.
When your friend is on a mission put your figurative umbrella above her and let her complete it.
I’ve been shown the face of one thousand miracles
but none of it matters
if I’m unkind to you.
To be kind to others:
The joy is intoxicating.
You show me the love that is possible
and for that I’m grateful.
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.
Just one moment of resting in the ground of my own being
Beats the taste of ten thousand girlfriends.
One hundred million of them.
My Zen teacher
is not a Zen teacher.
How pertinent!
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