Babalou as ferengi (foreigner)


Today it rained for the first time since I have been here in Ethiopia. It didn’t last long, but it felt like some kind of blessing for even that brief while. It’s the dry season. I mean we are all in dry season… I say this knowing it’s snowing like hell in the U.S. now.

I have been reading off and on since I have been here a book called Bringing Home the Dharma: Awakening Right Where You Areby Jack Kornfield.   Reading this in the context of Ethiopia and meditation is causing some movement within myself. I don’t know what to say about it beyond that, but something is becoming known as I live and breathe. I feel part of what is happening is that I can’t have romantic ideas about Africa, but somehow embrace it in all its imperfections and still see and feel its deep and ancient beauty with some awe and lingering ache.  I see its connection to the rest of the world in so many ways.

Sorry folks if you were expecting some kind of travelogue. I am not a tourist here. The Mississippi and the Nile flow deep in my veins.  I am blessed!  

Babalou as Ferengi

I see everything with hungry eyes now

Sometimes my belly aches,

Sometimes my heart breaks,

But there is nonetheless

Joy for this journey.

I digest what I see & sense

I am what I observe and

I am observed as a “ferengi” now

But there really is no separation between

Observer and observed,

Even if I am the only one that knows it.

My life story is about the Oneness of all that is

That’s how simple and complex it all is.

Last night I dreamed about pealing off an old skin

Discarding what was old and useless

Revealing what was alive, fresh and breathing…

An awakened Animal.