Shangra-La

There is a place.  I know how to go there, but I don't reside there all the time.  It is a place of great love, peace and bliss.

I first went there in the summer of 1972.  LSD showed me the way, but LSD is not the way.  I sat on the grass with some bushes behind me, looking at the ocean waves.  I was completely at peace, though up to then peace was not my way.

Three women walked past me.  I knew their hearts, because we were one.

An hour before, I played basketball and hit every basket, made every pass, though I was a lousy basketball player.

Since then my basketball skills have gotten even worse, but I know that place, and my heart is pure.  Skill is not important.  Realization of oneness is important.

When I hear Krisha Das, I recognize him as a brother.  We have been to the same place.

When I first went on a walk with the woman who became my wife, we did not need to talk.  When I meditate with her, we are one in that heart of the universe.