two people
When you read my words
does it show you my insides?
(Grilled chicken for lunch.)
How do we connect to people any more? If you can understand what I am feeling, or you might feel it too, they did we not connect in that way?
When we think we found “the Love” to replace ‘the Love’ that we found after losing what we thought was “the Love” before, it fills us to the brim. Every time. It’s exhilarating and also risky. When we focus on the thing we want so badly, we surely become attached to it, or to getting it. Right?
And it’s that chingada “attachment” thing that is the cause of the suffering. The Buddha keeps prank calling me every morning, saying, “Ditch yer attachments, Bro. Ditch ’em” and hanging up. It’s him. I know his voice.
I _would_ shout that I am open, present and not attached to personal, or material desires, but he hangs up too damn fast.
Anyhow, he says any Love is good Love, even on the web.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and nonattached-attached-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Let the phone call go to voicemail and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those surely-suffering-syllables for all eternity.
