The Wind

Let The Wind flay the dry skin from my face Let the earth move me supine into rest Let the stars move me heavenly into creativity Let the moon dictate diurnally when I work and when I sleep. Let my friends and family concern themselves over me And let god take care of all that is heavenly.

You Are Not Deficient

You are not deficient. You may not believe this fact. You may not know it. When you brush your teeth you might feel it. It works both ways. Good and bad, right and wrong. In the words of Weezer ‘Its automatic when you know/feel it’ Like a machine. like a living thing. Liminal not actual.

Wordplay, Humour, Good-Taste

Little, by little the chi, leaves me. I am out of yin and yang. Pranayama does not help me with reiki while Asana tea tastes nice if followed with chakras for dunking. Ha haha. As you might have guessed I am taking up yoga, fitness and meditation and am slowly taking on board new vocabulary.

I tend to agree…

I tend to agree- That words do change in their meaning and use. So that my knowledge lies at the end of a short burning fuse. I tend to agree- That people can change in their meaning and use. So that my experience lies at the end of a short burning fuse. I tend to

Repetition

I challenged myself to begin with an idea ‘repetition’. Where will this take me? Into the past. The past. (dramatic music) In the past, I wanted to change a lot of things from my lofty position in the world as a youthful twenty-something. I recall that it wasn’t enough to simply change something once. No, It