It’s not my job to teach her
My job is to love her
Archive for the ‘Unconditional love’ Category
Friend in need
Saturday, November 22nd, 2008Even loneliness
Friday, November 21st, 2008
Everything is a door into myself.
The right to be corny
Monday, November 17th, 2008 
Self love is
dancing to old tunes
in my car
as I drive on 101 S through the night.
“First Base” vs. “Home Free”
Monday, November 10th, 2008
Just one moment of resting in the ground of my own being
Beats the taste of ten thousand girlfriends.
One hundred million of them.
Love
Monday, October 13th, 2008 
My Zen teacher
is not a Zen teacher.
How pertinent!
The end of the wait
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008
Let me be ruined by love,
So that I may come back to you
without pride, or stupidity,
-Or pretense, or opinions-
or any sense of separation…
-Jeremy Taylor
(In gratitude to my dear friend Heidi for passing this on)
Seven pieces from the same rope
Tuesday, September 16th, 2008
1. The first piece is gone, beyond gone.
2. I get in touch with my vast, deep sorrow
to find out there is no sorrow.
3. “To know the difference between what hurts and what doesn’t”
people call that by fancy names.
4. With it being all a lie, focus on what works, discard what doesn’t.
5. Free to be bound and free to be free
what a wonderful thing!
6. As I die in the love for my teacher
I live.
7. Everything shows me how to be of service.
It’s that simple
Monday, September 15th, 2008
All I have to offer
is my vulnerability
And so I do, I do, I do
Sunday, August 31st, 2008
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.
Count on it
Friday, August 22nd, 2008
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.
