Tepotz Groove

 

I’ve lived in apartments in cities in the USA

that were small and you could hear all the 

traffic in the street, urban oppression,

where you almost couldn’t think or sleep.

In my flat in Tepotz, I look out of my kitchen

and bedroom windows above the canopy of

the trees, dim motor grumbles, dog barks, 

fiesta music, beautiful background sounds.

Room to breathe.

I'm part of the fabric here I’m invisible.

Stumbled my way into joy…

the magic of the lineage…

the naturally occurring timeless awareness

that is always today again.