If you’ve had it too easy, we probably have not met. Whether here or there. A park bench, cafe, plane, train. On a mountaintop. In the middle of the road or in a dressing room. The pool in Thailand. Your BnB in Nam. If you’re not in tune with the moon. We have not crossed paths. Your hand on my back – in the dance room. While cleaning the floor of an OR. Beside a cow — a sinking lake. A cab in Egypt. If you’ve had no pain and you do not dance we surely have not met.
If you do not know pleasure – I know we haven’t met. I do not mean pleasure as in drinking or shopping or vlogging. I mean pleasure as in sharing —What deeply feels good and cracks our hearts open. A tasty mouth pleasing morsel. If you do not mmmmm, ahhhhhh and ohhhhh we probably have not met. For sure we have yet to meet. But only once you’ve been to your knees – With your shame and fear. Guilt and hate and dirty crimes. Our past lives and current ones too.
We’ve indeed met if you’re weird. Honky tonk too. You talk to trees and animals and things. You relish in the ecstasy of singing your lungs out. Driving down highways — To the unknown. Windows down – on off roads. No exception. You don’t do stale air. Or lungs. The Universe brought us together if you do not behave/pretend to be like anybody else. You’re brave. You’ve made me more brave. I hope you know this, if we’ve met.
We’ve met of course if you’re poor or rich. Have the best of the best or do not know how you’ll make the rent. Sometimes. School for that matter — does not matter. You probably love eighties music like it’s the only thing that makes you move. Life is more interesting than school or a party. And I want to hear about your life. I trust we will meet if it’s meant to be. Especially, if you’ve not known at times who and what and where is home. You have the heart of a refugee. Like me.
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