Great to be here.

Retired.

On vacation.

For the rest of my life.

This is a big deal! I get to present my thoughts about Krishnamurti’s approach to the art of living and dying with “choiceless awareness.”

Should be great fun and stimulating too. My adventure, that is. Not the presentation. Talking about what Krishnamurti had to say is not really as interesting as living it.

Between two worlds

Awake and alone after the storm; droplets fall from leaf-loaded eaves

whistling wind uproots a buried regret;far away

Findhorn Experience Week; departure

she a white sea-campion; so close …

for a moment; her gentle hand clutching mine

decades separate us; could she possibly want me?

I turn to pull away; her hand squeezes mine

fingertips holding on; then slipping

outstretched; then gone

droplets fall from leaf-loaded eaves

awake and alone after the storm.

The flower has swallowed the goat.