02/14/2013
I had a dream that I dined and ditched a Japanese restaurant.
I felt guilty when I walked out because I could not pay.
Not even 15$ did I have in my dream.
So guilty I felt all as I slept, slipping farther into fantasy.
The Japanese people who fed me know my family.
I was further embarrassed but they payed no mind.
Like an everlasting payment they accepted from me blindly.
I say blindly because the love of feeding, to provide life from death.
To nourish one who is on the edge.
They could jump tomorrow , but with every breath they still say thank you.
And if they die a young death, then it is still a lesson in impermanence.
Brace for love is what the intercom said.
Brace for heartbreak, miracles, and death.
Holding on tightly when surrounded by only moving things.
That is the definition of faith.
Happy valentines day.
