Relationship All the Way Down

Convergence of tarot, cannabis and dreams.

The moment I say I love you, it ceases to be love. Love is not a self-activity. It is something always new. Yet we need the other to understand this. We need the relationship to pine trees and dogs and daisies. We need the lover who sees beautiful light in us or the partner who finds wisdom in saying, “no.”

It's relationship all the way down.

And though desire exists, it does not paint the whole picture. How could it? We are not to seek or capture it.

caught in the eddy
swirling as if a wish –
red maple leaf

Barefoot in a September garden, collect tomatoes and a few berries in my shirt-pouch, is not a bad life.

It is just a life.

A teacher arrived when gratification was needed but then, Teacher said, “Depend on yourself!” Easy answers are not the way, in fact, both guru and path lead to a confusion which must be cleared by understanding that it is the one who asks the question which has the answer.

Or some bullshit like that.

The squash plant leaves scratches on my delicate forearm skin and sweat bees vex the work. But then, as if by magical decree, little lemon-winged butterflies soften the violence of what is not.

This and other ways the truth floats in uninvited.