Ahhh-- again I made it ´home´to the muggy heat of tropical paradise... such opposite from my time at Breitenbush with Tall trees and moss, hot water soaks and cozy snuggles. Here the tropical fruit is straight from the tree into a blender for mi desayuno. The lobsters are thick when the moon wanes to it´s renewal and i get to dive for them... yippeeee. The waves rock my world and thrash me around.. trying to pay my dues so i can actually catch those waves some day. learning.. always.. something new. I´m in the end of the road beach town of Pavones on the southwest corner of Costa Rica.... It´s tranquilo and simple.... pura vida es verdad. I´m Great-full for time.. as it creeps along.. even when it´s the heat of the day and i hide out in the shade and take naps or yoga.....stretch read.. dream. wow dreams here are thick lucid... with crashing waves and friends visiting from all over the world. If anyone is in the area come for a visit, a coconut at sunset.
Sonrisas...
y poco rumi

Birdsong brings relief
to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!

Please, univresal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me!

^^^

The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.


Love comes with a knife, not some shy question. And not with fears for its reputation! Love is a madman working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains, drinking poison and quietly choosing annihilation.
You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper and deeper under. Love flows down, love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes down, love flows. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that?
Don't put blankets over the drum. Open completely.