Simple Acts of Truth and Freedom

I guess, in the end, relationships are complicated. Living a life entirely devoted to one person is complicated. One must lose a little for the other to gain, and although gaining and losing ebbs and flows, a true balance or freedom of being never exists. Why can't we just make love already as a simple act of truth and freedom? The world I live in is more narrow than this. One cannot live on the Savannah and live a life apart from the Savannah. You follow?

So, this abounding garden in August – late and getting later.

Learning to walk further, in all directions.

Greek salad for days and Black Jack taffy; no alcohol, yes cannabis.

No longer do I wait for a day that isn't mine to prepare.

What do you know of the Africana contemplative experience before the Middle Passage? I am not black but I ate the red dust. I drank from the Baobab and slept in its belly. The Matriarch and I included everyone. That is the song I cannot fully forget, Bwana. You have a different name there and so do I.

God, I wish you could hear the vastness of the Mara. Maybe nothing would change. But I do know this, nothing would matter.