There's a man named Rudy. I met him very briefly during work last summer at our Stupa Consecration. He's now back in Crestone from New Mexico. He's also in a relationship drama with me over the fact that I don't want to travel with him. Two things: 1. my family wouldn't even be surprised hearing this story, and 2. I think I want to buy myself a ring.

My Atlantian shoulders

empty of weight 

Soft space, gentle smells

beautiful things

And I can exhale. Relax

I am home

Sometimes I muse how so many different cultures formed the USA and it should have been the best of the best. Yet instead we find ourselves in LFA - Lord of the Flies of America, a place where little is sacred, worth or respected. But much is about attention, control and being right. 

This brings my memory to a joke... but that's another story.

Out of all things

that don't tolerate stagnation 

today I chose greed 

as fuel. To explore other places

I open doors

to what's not mine

and it leaves dirt 

all over my attention

floors

So this is a goodbye