Green Grass

[This post is actually from a new blog on a "Yahoo 360" page that I'm experimenting with. I may post the link here soon...SD]

Once again I have been reminded that the grass is often greener on the other side of the fence. There is, no doubt, a lesson here. And, as it is with such lessons, we may be able to recite the page from the chapter book verbatum, but to integrate its message, its meaning and its essential reality into our own thought-free behaviors is another story altogether. These lessons cannot be book learned but must be absorbed by the soul. And they often take a lifetime to realize and incorporate.

Yet another fine argument for the transmigration of souls.

So, what are the particulars of this lesson of the greener grass? In this instance, finding the perfect partner. Are all the good ones (the ones that I would want) in another city? Does one sell off all of ones tables, chairs, rugs and boxes of books so that one might chase this (perhaps) mythical being? When does one know when the grass is changing color, and if one discovers that the hue has become richer in the lawn being left behind, does one torque oneself 180 degrees and go back?

Does one wait where one is, in the gloaming silence, alone with only lustful, untempered illusions masquerading as thoughts, and pray that he manifests right in front of you, hand outstretched in friendship, offering the potential for adventures in eros, agape and lessons learned together?

I sit on the lawn, the knees and butt of my jeans stained by the grass, and twiddle my thumbs, waiting.