Dharma Traveler

This morning at our campground outside Durango, Colorado I sat on the green painted wooden picnic table just outside our RV.  I watched the Lazy E ranch across the green field.  There were four horses grazing on the fenced in ranch land.  They were each a distinct color.  But they twitched their tails like they were performing a synchronized dance. The tan and off-white pair didn’t part from one another.  The burnt orange horse stayed at the top of the hill.  The black one moved around and neighed often.  There was a brilliant white mare pacing in the corral.  She tossed her head and shook her mane as she walked around and around, her body’s response to taming perhaps. While I was watching the horses, Bisous sniffed bushes, peed and ate grass.  He had just wandered back to the picnic table when we saw two mule deer following the path about 50 yards in front of us.  I silently beckoned Bisous onto the table next to me, where he sat, eyes never leaving the deer.  The pair, one m

Each utterance evaporates when pen scratches paper like a bubble floating in moonlight popped by little fingers - giggles echo in darkness, wiggles ripple in this Divine Play. Oh joy! Then- Creaking swings are abandoned and sway longingly, empty in tendrils of cool, damp breezes. These words won't be revisited: Adoration, divine, surrender, hunger, longing, desperation. In each speak they release, transform, rebirth unknown. Like bats they flit exuberant or melancholic from my heart cave. In the dark cave, you are now a remnant of an echo of a giggle- fleeting but precious. I am a joyous, bittersweet roar resounding from deep within your groin- exploding forth from a mouth of compassion. This giggling child dies. The roaring monster dies too. Like drowning fish, we speak now.  Slipping from tongues, through fingers, into abysses of seldom perceived realms. "I love you," roars me. "I love you," giggles he. Or forever hold