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Diversity
I am in a cafe when this young fellow walks in with a jaunty step. He’s a lively guy and catches my eye. My mind is in it’s habit of constantly sizing things up to put them in a place where it interprets in the hopes of understanding. Like any mind. 
I am not sure whether this guy is hispanic, southeast asian, maybe middle eastern, turkish, philipino, south american or what. I am lucky this way in that there are lots of people like this in the San Francisco bay area. My daughter can pass for a lot of ethniciities but in fact she’s just a white girl.
This young man has on a terrific shirt. It says, “Everything is Beautiful but Beautiful isn’t Everything”
I get my coffee and as I am leaving I compliment the kid on his shirt. He responds to this and now I can guess his ancestry from his accent but it doesn’t matter. Just like everything is beautiful, so is everywhere. Inside and Out.
Valentines day
Is this real life or a Movie?
At Oakland’s Art Murmur, Steve and I were watching the plentiful people walk by The Wall, and he asked me if I thought this was all real or if it was maya, an illusion.
Without hesitation I replied that I thought most certainly it was all made up somehow and not the truth.
He agreed and then asked if I thought other people felt “all this” was a facade of sorts, as well.
I responded firmly that I thought most people were very invested in what was going on here as all and everything.
He smiled and said that almost all the people he has asked have responded the same way; to both questions
He says he has asked lots of different types of people.
“When will you be home for dinner?”
To get to the subway, you’ve got to go down the stairs.
There’s a part of the ride that is underwater.
From one side of the Bay, say San Francisco
to the other side of the Bay, say Oakland,
Say Oaktown
No one thinks about going under the water
or is aware of it, worried about it
Is this what we call trust?
1. Companion.
February 19, 2012
This is my biking companion
We are riding ocean to ocean this summer
Over three thousand miles
.
Don’t mess with her.
She knows what she’s doing.
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My Knee
You do what you can do.
You can bend stretch sit lunge curve push invert
But you can’t walk down stairs
Slide down the banister then
Re~meeting The Teacher
I was trying to talk about giving and recieving
I was trying to be heard and understood
I was searching for an answer
I was wanting to be given so
mething
an explanation in a sound soundbite.
A rule I can follow. Something I can hold on to.
A belonging sort of; having been pointed ahead, on along the way
and what I got was. .
Referred back to myself
as my own teacher.
I felt furious
and
heartbroken.
Until now.
I can do this thing.
We all can.
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