Day: March 18, 2026

I wouldn’t choose heaven.
I wouldn’t choose cosmic consciousness.
I wouldn’t choose oneness with God.
I choose being in a paradise living
happily ever after with the perfect
soulmate for me.

Granted, that’s silly and shortsighted,
but it appeals to the romantic in me
and seems like the perfect fairy tale
forever.

Supposedly, if this kundalini energy
that has risen in me for over 50 years
reaches completion upon death,
and matures into cosmic consciousness,
I’ll be beyond my silly afterlife romantic
longings, forever in the Sat Chit Ananda,
Eternal Bliss Consciousness.

But, alas, thinking from my limited earthbound,
embodied level, I’d rather be in eternal bliss
with a soulmate … in love forever.

Bob Boyd

Li Po wrote great poetry
he also drank a lot of wine
often getting intoxicated
how he managed to write
such great poems while
drinking so much wine
is puzzling to me
sadly he died drunk
fell off a boat and drowned.

Bob Boyd

At age 8, he saw a documentary about chimpanzees
and became so obsessed with them

that he studied them and when older often visited them
in zoos, watching them for hours.

As a student in college, he took courses that would enable
him to work with chimpanzees for a career.

For part of his coursework, he worked at Chimp Eden in
South Africa and excelled in his work there.

Serving as a tour guide at Chimp Eden, he saw a rock in
the chimp enclosure that could be hurled at visitors.

He slipped into the enclosure to remove the rock, turned his
back to exit the enclosure, and two chimps attacked him.

They bit off his nose, ears, parts of his face and scalp,
parts of his legs, and some of his fingers.

Thanks to part attendants, who scared off the chimps, he
wasn’t killed by them, though badly mained and near death.

Doctors managed to put him back together, prosthetics,
lots of plastic surgery and rehab.

He never worked with chimpanzees after that but started
a foundation for victims of trauma.

Tragic and sad the chimpanzees he loved and studied for
all of his life mauled, maimed, and nearly killed him.

Bob Boyd