No, no, come on in!

7/23/2024 You're always arriving mid-conversation

Yes, we keep getting distracted

This is the way it’s been — despite the dramas in the story line

We told a friend we’re using all the explosions as an opportunity to practice

The story is going on & on & on all the time — but when it hiccups and glitches — what needs to be dropped becomes clearer — does it stir shit up?

Do you have a problem seeing around it? Is the story saying you must feel a particular way?

GIVE IT UP

Easy for you — you say — no it’s not — hence an opportunity for practice:

When we first started to study Zen seriously — our lives were blowing up — everything was a palpable-embodied suffering — due to several common misunderstandings there was an expectation we would be calmer — we weren’t — sometimes though crepuscular light would break me open

He needs to buy flowers only for him
Con/Jur/d, 7/23/2024

The poet Aaron Seymour
articulated, this relationship
between men

saying, while quoting another
poet, ‘They don’t buy me flowers’
by which the unfathomable

expectations, a cultural construct
over which, we can no longer
see the horizon, a little like


the impossible years, we’ve known
each other, the times we saw
the sun rise, and set

the expanse we remember
coming back here, the particular

expression we call, you
we call, me, never denying it’s
been a long time

confused sometimes by this
moment to moment

timelessness, where we 
agreed we were
the same.

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 7/(happy)23/2024