You can use all the old Sanskrit words
pull out all the old texts
quote all yer gurus and the masters
but you are wandering around in the desesrt with a broken cup - a cup that once held a few drops of water
You are afraid to let go and fall into the heart
because the miserable asshole that you think you are will drown
"THis is crazy! I need to learn how to swim first! I need to study the words and recipes!" I need to prepare for some furture!"
you are afraid
its ok
I get afraid to
trying to maintain some delicate balance and order
till the master comes in and knocks me from my pedestal with the thoughtless and blissful dancing
"NO!" I scream!
so afraid as I smash into the million pieces that I thought I was -
so happy - such tears as the water that I was holding out all this time comes rushing in
washing the heart clean and new as it was and has always been
namaste
to all
and unless you are singing
Shut THE FUCK UP!
this is a place is for lovers only.
