Don Juan de Tepoztlan

Yo soy Juan...aproximadamente Don.

I was a great lover 'till the equipment

failure.

Now, I sit sipping coffee, watching my

beard grow, among the gentle folk of

this peaceful town, far from the 

maddened crowd...

...of humans that didn't quite make the

grade, wallowing in slumber of not

wanting to wake up.

It's not that I don't know that feeling.

But, I had to wake up because of the

eternal alarm clock going off in my head:

"It's time!"

I never understood why people thought

they understood, and tried to tell me what

was going on, when it was obvious they

had no idea, simply spouting someone

else's thoughts.

Whether religion, philosophy, home spun 

lore, none of it made any sense to me.

When I was young, I thought everyone

must be right, which caused much 

confusion, because, it seemed, no one

could agree on anything.

When I met the truth, a man, he didn't say

a single word....just sat there, being true.

This was something I could understand.

I asked him: "Isn't there an easier way?"

He simply shook his head and giggled.

Yada, yada, yada. Forty plus many years

later, I sip my coffee simply and smile.