this morning Florian and i talked about sleeping around.
slowly i recognized the similarities between chasing the perfect shag in my early twenties
and my current search for spiritual ecstasy.
both yearn for freedom from the mundane,
for a moment of forgetfulness.
their expectations are often based on representations
rather than direct experience.
they tempt me
into following strange people into strange places.
both tend to miss spirit
playing
hide and seek
with the mundane.
a lover's eyelashes dance with a shadow.
a hug restores what has been lost.
a tree breathes.
rather than forget
we remember.
