It Just Happened

A Mexican, stranger, sat down next to me

and started talking.

He was also talking to everyone else passing by…

got the picture?

He was crazy, but sweet, non threatening, fluid,

someone I could play with.

Then, ANOTHER one sat down, on the other side,

just an ordinary Mexican drunk this time a small

man, completely gentle, smiling, hardly making 

a sound.

Then, a dog passed by, with big piece of grass

hanging from his maw….a straw dog! HA!

Oh! Pueblo Magico!

Today you live up to your name!

I finally have my coterie!

Then, I went and had some noodles because my

noodle was a little discombobulated, and I needed 

to keep things simple, if you know what I am…

know what I mean?

It just happened 

like marriage,

like the big promotion,

like the fantastic trip

to the Isle of Capri,

like death.

Not like endless governments that 

promise to do everything right…

not like religions that promise Heavens

of delight.

I’ll stick with my temporary experience 

of cherished friends on the street,

grokking the gnosis, calmly sitting together

in our own real world.

(listening to Hendrix, putting this down on my blog)