Poet on a Granja

So bold, I´ve jumped. always admiring the jumpers and flyers-to finally take the leap myself.
Woke up a few mornings ago to coffee with honey in my hands.
Ambience of love, peace, the spirit. always music.
Frustrating ¨Mexican¨way us, probably, ignorant call it. 5 minutes--lucky if its one hour. But seriously, my American mind knows things can be done much more efficiently. Can we make a schedule_

I´m prone to brain explosions. The past few days I´ve had them with someone else whom too dreams big. One conglomerate explosion about the next two years of my life. Our lives. To live in India for 6 months to a year--train with theatre of the oppressed federation and in an ashram for a yoga certification. Ari to get his cooking certification. Could be an idea that lasts a breath and then its gone. The fire could be out whenever I suppose. Or it could not. It doesn´t matter. The juice is soaking up the warmth.

Life is a theme park. I choose my ride: the carousel, thriple loop roller coaster, highest of the high altitude drop. Ours for the choosing. some days, it´s a fast ride. Others, scenic. maybe one moment the crazy upsidedown loop to loop. The next, the birdseye view peaceful scenic ski lift across the park.