So, how does this story end?
I know, I know...my buddy, Buddha, believed that suffering has a cause, namely craving and attachment (trishna
); there is a cessation of suffering, which is nirvana
; and there is a path to the cessation of suffering, the “Eightfold Path”
of right views, right resolve, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, and right concentration.
My buddy, Buddha, was a right smart man.
What I want is the brush of warm lips against mine. The comfort of loving arms wrapped around me, my arms lovingly reciprocating. What I crave is to hold another’s hand steadfastly as I walk this earth. What I hunger for is to love and be loved. What hurts is to know that my love makes no difference, that my heart has no outlet for its shy and awkward stammering expression.
Buddha was a righteous dude, a right smart man, but I’m no Buddha...
I'm just a wanting/hurting man.
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Is there a more unlikely pairing than Diana Krall and Elvis Costello? Methinks not.
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