Old Man

I see the really old man on the train again.  His face sunk in and deep scared yes.  He’s clinging onto his rosemary, has a cross pendant hanging around his neck.

I cannot feel for the fear he may have in him about dying.  The fears that a religion may bring for not living a ‘pure’ life.

I only want to give him a card with ‘ayahuasca’ written on it.

A Stranger

I was at dinner event yesterday and a complete stranger walked up to me and told me that I’m on a good path in life and went on her way.

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