Surviving Till Ya Bloom

Surviving till ya bloom. Till ya laugh. Till you dance.Till you sing.

I have some frogs who seem to know all about that. That is, I have a small ranch in the mountains in the desert. Its altitude is over 7,000 feet, and rainfall can be scarce here; often less than 12 inches a year, counting snow melt. There hasn't been one year in the last ten that we got over 12 inches of rain, I think. And water is life— like some happiness and love, too, is life— and what we live for!

But back to my frogs. I have a very seasonal, small pond on the ranch a couple hundred feet down from an old, log cabin. But the pond is almost always dry. Maybe once a year, rarely twice a year, will it ever fill up. And then the water may only last a month or two. But when it does fill up in the summer, within a few hours— O Me O My! Hundreds of desert frogs who had buried themselves in the dry, packed, sun-baked mud, and sometimes maybe for a couple years (if a now-normal drought persists) all of a sudden, are in full bloom and literally singing— for a sweetheart. Or just singing for the hell of it.

Singing for the hell of it! I got to chant & chat those six words a bit and say:

How do you know if you ever really learned anything in Sunday school? Or at some church or temple or mosque? Or from a real Zen master? It is all so simple … You just sing— and dance— for the hell of it! No matter what!! Aka: you might find yourself mid-air on a butterfly wing with Yoda or Buddha— high-fiving everything!

And I think I will just leave you with that thought— and hope you might today! Except to say: my next blog entry will be titled: Heaven Is Trying To Help. And heaven, and I, and Melissa (my agent who edits & posts all, and mans everything on this website) will be offering a real alchemy stone there, because— heaven is trying to help! Because it loves you! And … and someday, you and God will become like two giant fat people living in a tiny boat and bumping into each other and—laughing! 

You can see that Hafiz poem-rendering on my last blog entry, via a link offered there. The poem is titled: “Two Giant Fat People.” Soo why cut back on the Ben & Jerry’s and great food? You’ll still fit on that butterfly wing, cause that is just the way it is!