Allan Ginsberg, I am not a Gay Buddhist.

Allan Ginsberg, I am not a Gay Buddhist.

I am not privy to the secrets of the world through your eyes.

I have never been to Australia.

Never been mugged leaving my home.

Never protested the Vietnam war through cryptic poetry, as it has not existed in my lifetime.

I don’t think I’ll ever sit and stare at nature and go: “Ohm Ah Hum”.

I will just smile, instead.

Allan Ginsberg, I am not a Gay Buddhist.

Nor am I Superman.

Not bulletproof, nor a full metal jacket.

I’m a person.

As are you, my friend.

So let us embrace eternity together.

I’m just not a Gay Buddhist, Allan.

I cannot speak of giving myself to another the way you do.

Nor can I fully understand your timeline.

To me, you’re ancient.

To you, I’m an infant.

So what are we, Allan?

To each other?

Can I tell you I’ve read your work and that I’ve fallen in love with your mind?

With your soul?

I am not a Gay Buddhist, Allan Ginsberg.

We are two different people.

From two very different times.

But they need you, back there in history, Allan.

You’re part of the world as it was.

We just can’t pull you out of it.

They need you, Allan Ginsberg.

So no, I am not a Gay Buddhist, Allan Ginsberg.

But you are.

And we love you for it.