Buddha texted me.
He says I do not really
exist without you.

Just kidding.
Actually he said, “None of us exist without each other,” but I have enough on my plate with just our group here, that I adapted it. I’m not ready for every sentient being to fit into one haiku.
The problem is that brother Buddha might not understand modern dating. He keeps texting me messages that could mean lots of different stuff all at the same time (with his clever ageless words.)

But I hear them in contemporary speech like this:
* Other people have feelings too. Even assholes.
* We all want to be happy and avoid suffering. Even bullies.
* Our actions have consequences, so shape up!
* Act right! Nothing lasts forever, true, but hurt feelings last a loong time.

(and P.S. Buddha… Can you give me a break about the Middle Path already? The median strip ruined my car.)

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I set our table
with two of everything
now that we are one.

Two plates and two glasses are all that we need.
Our evening meal together becomes an altar to our union.

We sit together, taste the wine, and take in the moment before we begin to eat,
marking the end of our separate days, and the start of a sweet evening together.

I would be happy to share one plate, and feed you carefully myself,
and sip together from the same glass too.

We probably should stick with two chairs though.

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Instead of working
let’s just lay close together
as long as we want.

Instead of working, instead of driving, instead of doing chores,
Instead of worrying…

Let’s give ourselves over to calm.
I want to float with you in a cloud of peaceful co-breathing.

Please rest your head on my chest, or with your head just under my chin.
As we dream and fly and meld into one shape I will smell your hair
and gently kiss your head.

We are soaring.
You are sleeping.
I am smiling.

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The aquarium
is a fun place to visit.
Then eat Fish & Chips.

Oh yes, that dark lighting, those glowing fish.

Once you are inside, the dry land of “the real” world falls away and we are kids again, staring into an undersea world.

Fish never have to pay rent or taxes, but they never taste pizza or beer either. Talk about a quandary.

There aren’t many windows there either. I always feel surprised by the passage of time, when we step outside.

If you haven’t been there for years, you really ‘otter’ go.

 

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