Memento Vivere

"You should go and talk to someone"
says a worried one to me when I tell my story...
about eating breakfast with my imagination and bathing naked in a sea.... caught in a hurricane... this morning.
But what the worried one did not understand
is that it can sometimes be very entertaining...
to be roommates with Mr. Creative...
because it is he he he that likes to take the mini-train...
from my utmost Inner...
& and down to my utmost holy...
and its there that Desire lives...
which has became my new living philosophy.
losophy, osophy, sophy.

the other day I scheduled a date with Toil and Trouble...
and its in this little house south of my escuela...
where I wanted to file a divorce from both...
because it was so tearing...
to not know whom I loved most...
Trouble because he is so exciting to live with...
and Toil because he is so charming...
to listen to when...
Simon & Garfunkel sing loud to the confused & pretentious...
oh this beautiful place...
that has been my dwelling...
for far too long.


And yesterday I came home from the seminary of Availability...
for all of us that sometimes disappear
to the land of opportunity...
and hey, hey you!
and have a good time
until. the. next time, we speak.

I prayed to. the trees.
To take my words like DHL packets...
high high up to the stars...
Where all my feelings can be carried...
to a place...beyond dreams and thoughts,
where I can run back into my own arms again...
to the fragment in time
where being a child is law.
With thoughts. like. colored pin up notes....
flying...like kites.

There is music in every heart that sorrows...
where laughter is a taught lesson to those who cry...
it lines our self-pitying margheritas.
With reminders
that there is also apple pie.
We must be like children in winter,
sticking out our tongues…
hoping…to catch a droplet of wisdom,
from the Pitcher of Patience.

The Tao of inner what?
The Tao of Pooh who?
now that’s a funny road map of do all that you ever wanted to do....
follow your qi....what about tea?
hmmmm I think Spring is here,
look how easy it is for those leaves to unfurl...
not forgetting how to live...
Fumbling towards the ecstasy of a full bloomed tree.