forgetting..............................

 

"We all want to dissolve," the old Zen monk in red bobble cap and thin glasses tells me, with a wry chuckle, as he greets me in the chill mountains behind Los Angeles, three hundred miles south of Big Sur, where I've come at the end of December.  "We all need the experience of forgetting who we are.  I think that's what love is: forgetting who you are."

     He flashes a crooked grin.  "Forgetting who you are is such a delicious experience.  And so frightening."

-Pico Iyer,  Aflame