anticipation...

as much as i wish to be a stellar buddhist who only pays attention to this..and this...and this...I am not. I look forward frequently, to a time when i can rest like a musty fall leaf floating off the branch a shining star on a fall evening, glorious in my imminent death & renewal, death & renewal...I look forward to a time when my significant other returns herself to me, as she did the first year we met. Glorious in her belief that i was the perfect, the one, the only one who understands, understood. Better than mother father friend. exploding like a ripe berry with love & desire, wild free uninhibited.