Time to go. Obrigado Portugal, Muito obrigado. Teja!
Fall, rain and mist have come also to the mountains of Portugal and time is not standing still it is creeping silently through the days, like bramble, like a smiling snake, through every crack in the rocks, around the house. Our house. Mushrooms, salamanders, mantises feast on crickets, winter flowers bloom in the cold starry new moon nights.
In the forests behind Merkaba Community, Fundao, Portugal
Still standing barefoot rolled in happiness, snug in love, warm in my blanket I carry the life of the land in my heart, like a father a child, like a mother her mother, like every little death of the moment carries us all into creative freedom of what is next after now. Silence listens to silence. Life takes care of life as it is, in all its actuality, unconcerned with what was before, true and truth. Post-spiritual reality without observer in complete surrender, amoral. ordinary. non-dual. Nothing special, yet very special.
Today I move on, today I am ready, today I travel to Latin America. The Jungle, the ocean, the Valley and Ayahuasca have been calling since Nashik in India. I must follow the trail. Lo que será será.
But first New York to hang out with my friend.
That is what love demands. ❤️.