Same Old New

Same old beauty punctuated by the odd butterfly. The same words come out in a different sequence. The beauty is the same, but since it never really came to be, it’s
always fresh. There is subtle life communion in just seeing a tree…or a bunch of trees
on top of the mountains. You don’t have to eat the flesh of God, you could just breathe the air….unless you happen to need a hit in the head to experience life….but more than likely, you don’t….unless you call living in front of your TV living….then, a nuclear explosion might be in order.

A friend of mine dropped dead yesterday in the airport in Chile. I just had lunch with him
a couple of months ago. We had a great time talking and laughing. We didn’t need to have serious discussion. There was an understanding in the joy of being together that made complexity seem irrelevant. It was always that way between him and me. He was one of the rare ones in my life. I don’t feel any loss. I’m sure that wherever his mind goes, it will benefit others. I’m kind of jealous that he got off the runaway train before it crashes. His name was Simon.

Simon Says

Simon says be happy!
Simon says practice the dharma!
Simon says enjoy your existence!
Simon says be kind to others!
Simon says don’t take yourself too seriously!
Simon says this is a great tamale!
Simon says I’m going to tease you!
Simon says don’t forget the lineage!
Simon says Adios!

I’d like to have a whale for a pet. That would be a whale of a pet. They say that porpoises
are extremely fond of humans. Karl Sagan said something to the effect that porpoises have learned and understood some dozens of words in English, but no human has learned one word of porpoise. They like to eat fish and play. They are the only other animal besides humans that have sex just for fun. I think they are reincarnated hippies, but I have no proof. It could be that the hippies were reincarnated porpoises, trying a life as a two legged for a change. Maybe that’s why there are no more hippies….they found out it was more fun being porpoises. They are perfect anarchists….they don’t have meetings….they just swim, eat fish and have fun.