just let it be

i arrived for my nine day retreat well in hand
three suitcases

one suitcase full of clothes and of course my bathing
suit.

one satchel held my new $5,000 steno writer

one satchel held my trusty computer.

a little work each day
a little meditation and things would get done.

john drove his car down to help me with the bags,
because garrison doesn't have an elevator.
and because of my knees i need help

got the bags in my room,
kissed john goodnight and got ready for my
first seminar talk with david frenete.

i was so looking forward to the quiet.

well, i settled myself nice and comfy in my seminar chair
and david started.

let it beeee
just let it beeee
his gentle voice sang
that was it
and i knew i was cooked

there went my machine
there went my computer
there went my thoughts
there went my writing

i was hooked
for the next nine days

I didn't do anything
nothing - nada

I was just to be

never looked at the two extra suitcases
never took a note from any of the talks
and never picked up a pencil to write what i
thought was a creative thought

i was in love again
all over
with to beeeee
loved it
loved it
loved it.

(to be continued.)