Actually ; i have just returned from a desert trip with my good friend Carlos.
He makes a fine cactus juice ...with secret ingredients that give it a real kick. We played some golf , but it was our search for the passageway into the world of shamans that ruled our internal dialogue. The quiet of the warrior's soul .
As each hole unfolded we searched for the it's path. Each path we take must have a heart or it is of no use. We tread many paths in our search for the impeccable truth of the warrior and we found the balls of many previous battles , as our search led us to each gift of the hole at the end of the path. We did not seek certainty in the eyes of the onlooker , but rejoiced in the thrill of the battle as a path to our own infinity.
We got really hammered at the 19th hole and his old lady had to come get him . I haven't heard from him since , but i think she left him and he lost his job . Life really sucks sometimes.
