I can see it now.
Nothing is separate, everything is one and I am it.
You are me and I am you.
And so is that tree, and so is that empty Starbucks cup.
But how do I not forget?
How can I rewire this silly brain to default towards such a party?
It is a party after all – unconditional love. I’ve tasted it.
It doesn’t taste like frogs, I’ll tell you that much.
Frogs might like the taste of it though.
Frogs.
Louis la Grenouille.
The only problem is that once you can see it, even if you don’t remember it all the time, you can still tell that everything means nothing.
Which is a great antidote for shame and fear, but also hope.
I used to hope for a new pair of shoes, but all the stores closed.
Even the frozen yogurt store.
And I miss Charlese who served me my strawberry swirl.
I gave her my number but I think she lost it.
I can see it now.
She didn’t.