I received this wonder-ful picture and message from a women named Issa who lives in a community deep in the rain forest of Costa Rica. I have never met her.
"Hi Fred, hope you are doing well. I wanted to share with you the current state of the books I have of you. You wrote in the preface: 'I hope it gets dog-eared and frayed, used like a hand tool.' Well they sure did, and got soaked, molded, here in the jungle of Costa Rica! Yet each & every poem is still readable and read."
Then Issa went on to post her interpretations of a poem on her web page, with another photo from the rain-soaked moldering book.
"From my favorite poet... For me it describes perfectly the very rich experience of living simple, nomadic, immersed in green, in Costa Rica. No securities, only the knowledge pipas (coconuts) will be available all year round.
"The erotic green of parrot's shout...
The daily sensual experience of being in warm tropical nature with hardly any cloth between skin & air, the heavy smell of huge blossoming tropical flowers and the intense sounds of mama nature (waves, rain, thunder storms, parrots, howler monkeys, crickets, frogs, toads) as an eternal love song playing in the background as soundtrack...
"Here in the jungle of Costa Rica it's obvious the beloved is everywhere, is everything, caressing skin, ear drums, exploding beauty for the eyes as food for the soul... look at all this abundance, and none of it is yours... you ARE all of it, you ARE this juicy abundance.
"Silver glistening of toads
A remembrance of the service born here in Costa Rica of offering the 'toad medicine' (Bufo containing 5-MeO-DMT) in combination with bodywork in a private session. What a loving job to have.
"All that remains is the entanglement of my surprise...
In Costa Rica, especially the last years here on the Osa peninsula, it is as if the wild wise child within came fully awake, stepped into her power, shook off all the shackles, and is dancing with so much joy, fully enjoying the play of life, the illusion of control evaporated, as the wild child is life itself. No one is controlling, doing anything. Each moment a sweet fresh surprise to get entangled in.
"Loss teaches you everything
I lost many things in Costa Rica: physical stuff, psychological baggage, spirituality (the idea that there is someone who should get enlightened), weight, conditioning, civilization (the idea that there is a certain way to be civilized, a norm to live by), domestication (the idea you should own a house/property and own many physical things in order to be secure), sentimentality of romance (there are no two so there is never two coming together, its apparently part of the play to have this experience yet it has lost its sentiments).
"It's when all is lost that all is found. When the illusion of the one who is separate and doing her best to be in control, to do the 'right thing,' is gone. When she is apparently gone (she was never really there), life just flows magically, completely empty (nothing can be held onto, prevented to change) yet fulfilling every need and desire as there are no particular demands from anyone. Life fulfills life as water endlessly keeps flowing from a well to the sea.
"The nothingness, the loss, the not knowing, the apparent letting go into the void... it is everything, it opens up to everything. It is the ultimate security, the unconditional love, the graceful mystery.
"I wish I could express it as magically as this poet."
~Issa
God! I think you have, Issa, and so much more!
God! I think you have, Issa, and so much more!
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