12. Darkness and Light

12.

Light and Darkness

I find my way back to the eucalyptus trees in the park.

Good old Doctor Tree!

(I call every tree in the eucalyptus family "Doctor Tree" and whenever I need medical advice or healing I go see "Dr. Tree". It saves a lot of money and other foolishness since Dr. Tree knows me inside and out.)

Some eucalyptus seed-berries are scattered beneath the trees. I scratch a green one with my thumbnail and inhale the fragrance.

Heal. Heal. Heal.

And try to remember the great lesson of duality in this world of illusion—simplified beyond uncertainty in the last few minutes for me here in Guadalajara—--without darkness there could be no light.




On another bus going south from Guadalajara--the countryside rolls, nestling small round lakes. The old woman on the seat beside me munches something from a paper bag. All the houses we pass are deserted and their chalky red roof tiles are caving in.

Where have all the people gone?

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