If I were a personal ad (but I'm not or so I say)

Dear Reader,

Of my profile that is...it's 1 a.m. as I let a few words fall to the screen freely.

I'm happy to characterize myself as innocently optomistic and hopefully romantic and plan to stay this way despite the stories I could tell but then don't we all have some great stories we could share (not naming names to protect the innocent and the foolish that took a chance or three at romance). What I care most about as I make new friends and connections is that intentions be genuine. Mine are. Mine are simple really.

There is more than one but it all crystallizes to one...do well by doing good in all areas of Life 101. Remembering each day as a gift and knowing that anyone who comes into your life (even for a short span of time) is that...What would I suggest for a first date? A good long walk and talk that started with coffee or tea. What would I tell you at that time? That I love to listen as much as I like to share. What interests me about you if you write back?

Your story, that one that is uniquely yours.I am enjoying the journey (would prefer good company for some parts of it).

Some of my best friends are trees, books, and children. What do these three things have in common? Ask me for my answer or offer me yours. Let's compare how our minds work and if they work in tandem with the heart, odds are we'll have good chemistry.

In a nutshell if you are bright, sensual, compassionate, adventurous, committed to good health and taking care of your one and only "temple" and relatively ambitious I will find you captivating...success as defined by you is fine by me.

Does that make sense?

Your willingness to put yourself out there always gets one brownie points!

Regards,

A Writer

P.S. ...etc...

The Wedding

Good friends of mine got married today. The couple I regard as my meditation teachers, longtime devotees of Osho and simply an amazing couple that fully engages in all aspects of relationship. They have the sweetest love/hate relationhsip I have seen yet. I understand fully AGAIN that love and hate are not opposites. For as it was again described, in both states of being, take note, one is fully engaged.

To not care would be the opposite of love. Imagine a fine, fine, fine, barely visible line between the field known as love and the field known as hate. You sure know when you've crossed it even though you couldn't see it as you stepped to far.

So perhaps it is simply that easy to step back across the line? Just keep on being engaged and growing more and more able to observe yourself being: annoyed, enchanted, disturbed, blissful, aggravated, peaceful, sad, happy, mad, accepting, generous, stingy and so on and so on.

For more than 23 years Shanti and Subhan have been love/hating one another through light and dark times. Building community as they cultivated a Meditation Center in three different cities throughout the world before coming to Seattle to do so here.

Today 150 "family" members from many chapters and layers of their merged lives gathered to bear loving witness. The rain fell at just the right times to remind us all of our lack of control. We all laughed and ran for cover till it passed.

That I might be so blessed to meet and spend 25 years with someone who would be committed by choice and then after years of devotion wish to go deeper and marry me all over again.

"The Shadow of Awareness is Love, the Shadow of Love is Awareness."

I perceive that I agree

There is nothing ugly; I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, -- light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.

--John Constable

Haikus

Haiku at bedtime
Releases the tensions of
Another full day

I am thus counselled
Observe what keeps me company
Embrace then release

Not to worry, sleep
The lessons vow to return
Early tomorrow

And with me they will
keep pace, focused on one thing
teaching, live as Cause

So that none may claim
they took my power from me

life imitating life

could mean saying goodbye
when it is the last thing one wants to do

artfully done
it lives on as a bittersweet memory

i'm not one for bittersweet chocolate
but i must remember it is a crucial ingredient for the finest
homemade brownies

i love

what was not meant to be

just wrote this lucid, spontaneous memoir
backed out of it to center the corresponding picture
and lost it all
can't get it back in the same way
for the thoughts passed through me
as all thoughts do
were they really mine?

all i know is i can't sleep
and the warm night makes me hungry for a good conversation
where i can listen as much as i want to
and my burning desire to be seen
exceeds my desire to be heard

a burning desire to be
is what it all comes back to

how funny
how quickly we can lose what we thought was ours
this time what was lost was a little memoir of a moment of reflection
what might it be tomorrow?

sweet dreams reader.

Do you have an explanation for this?

Or all the times that things occur that we believe aren't real?

I am real. Are you? I hope so.