Michael never had the human hunger for romantic love.
I never understood how he could live without that primal need.
He had female admirers, some beautiful, but he didn’t care.
He said for him life was better lived solo and free.
I said you’re a better man than me after I’d broken up
With a woman who cheated on me,
After thinking about a friend who got divorced and
Lost everything to his ex wife in a divorce court.
Micheal became a Buddhist monk in Denver, Colorado
In a large Tibetan Buddhist community in the mountains.
Eventually my divorced friend and I vowed to never love again
And we joined Michael at the Buddhist community in Denver,
We shaved our heads, meditated, chanted Buddhist sutras,
Became full-fledged monks and followed the precepts.
We’d found ourselves in the exciting world of Buddhism,
Freed from attachments, the agonizing need for romantic love,
And the risks of ending up disappointed and broken-hearted.
A year later we became disenchanted with being monks,
The nagging, primal need for love overpowered our resolve.
We fell in love with two disenchanted nuns in the community
Left the community with them and got married to them,
The primal power of love satisfied, our lives fairytale happy.
Bob Boyd
