Author Archives: Pazlo
Passing
Passing A passing truck madea loud banging noise,and that old panicstruck me… what if you’ve been hit? Then I remembered you have been dead and gonefor almost six years. I wondered about a manthat would hold on so tomemory and … Continue reading
Six
Angel puppy, it’s been six years now, since we parted. Or perhaps I should say since we parted realms. At the first, it felt like true parting. Something lost and gone forever. The Cosmos has allowed me the time to … Continue reading
Out In The Magic Again
It’s not magic to the magician. For the rest of us, however… -Chuy
Underrated
I’ll let you in on a little secret. Being dead is underrated. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not suggesting you hasten to it. No, no! Every day in the beautiful world is precious, pregnant with promise and a feast … Continue reading
Sailing
I am not watching the clock.I am watching the clouds. I’m not watching the calendar.I’m watching the days turn into nights,and the nights turn into mornings. I am watching the winds,as I sail theSea of A Thousand Seasons. – Chuy
Do This For Me
So, when you’re done with all your regrets about what you could have done, “what could have been”. When you’re done lamenting the loss of all that has come before. When you’re done with your survivor’s guilt about still being … Continue reading
Value
Sometimes the water has all kinds of stuff in it; leaves and sticks, slimy green stuff, dead bugs, live bugs. Sometimes it’s been baking in the summer sun all day, just a shallow layer at the bottom of my dish. … Continue reading
Always
What’s that? You think you’ve dishonored my memory by not thinking of me often enough? Silly boy. Time has no meaning when you’re dead. You’re thinking of me now, aren’t you? Relax. I know what we mean to one … Continue reading
Rainday
Some days it just rains, from sunup to sundown, on into the night. We still need to go out. Out into the rain. We need the water. We shall go out into the rain. We’ll walk in the rain.We’ll be … Continue reading
October
Sure, October. Or Fall. Autumn. Call it whatever you want. I’ll be out enjoying it. I call it “now”. – Chuy
Chow Dog Zen 