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.

Let the teachers teach the young in ABC and 123

And the trees that grow into forms will artists grow

inside as they grow older and wiser in the world.

And finally let all those who not believe below see

enough to convince them it’s worth trying.

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. On the cusp of…something. Greatness maybe. ‘I can’t control my brain’ is another Weezer lyric. And if you are trying to then maybe you can’t relax. And this can be remedied by relaxing. If it’s so simple then why doesn’t everyone do it? What? Relax? Yes. We are a long way from living a hunter-gatherer society although some aspects remain. Hunter-gatherer behavior. ‘You can choose to go your way, if you want’ Another Weezer lyric. ‘This is the dawning of a brave new world’ Maybe. ‘There is so much out there, if only we open our eyes and see’ Guess who sung that?

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. To this end I am now replete with free ebooks and soon to pay a visit to local yogi at yogic establishments not too far from me. As far as it goes I am a work in progress and there are changes coming.

  • I am buying a fold-up bed so I can practice yoga in the living room/bedroom/study where my bed resides.
  • I am gradually changing my clothes so that I may be suitably dressed fit for yoga, fitness, and meditation.
  • I have changed my diet adding more protein, greens, and treats so that I can repair the damage to my cells done by exercise in as a pain-free way as possible.
  •  I am reading up on the subject.(both boring and interesting at the same time)
  • I am planning on spending a month getting to know yoga at my local yoga establishment. (with an introductory offer)
  • I plan to attend one weekly yoga class to start and to have a one-on-one consultation with a yogi about what my feelings are and to discuss a way forward regarding yoga, fitness, and meditation in class and in life.
  • I am approaching it with an open mind and positive attitude.

Yoga is a middle-class activity so I will engage in it in a liberal, humanistic and semi-affluent way between my usual trips to the theatre, opera and cultural activities.


In other words, I will continue to browse the internet, play computer games and read up on obscure knowledge so that one day when I meet my maker I will be suitably prepared for the great game of Pointless in the sky.

Here Goes! (Adopts Lotus Position)


Joking aside. I am going to a session, soon. (And the less fussy it is the better)

Written in the style of Lee Mack – Not Going Out. (At least that what it sounds like to me)

This is my third post today  – the Like fish are not biting today. Must be a religious fish holiday or something: Bass Monday, Pike Tuesday, Troutmas, Sild (Lent), etc.

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 agree-

That my body will change in its meaning and use.

So that my pleasure lies at the end of a short burning fuse.

I tend to agree-

That the planet will change in its meaning and use.

So that our future lies at the end of a short burning fuse.

I tend to agree-

That all things can change in their meaning and use.

So that everything lies at the end of a short burning fuse.



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 had to be done many times to make it real and lasting!

So I would repeat my change of jam six times and that would be enough. But perhaps I was a strange twenty-year-old.

Nothing really changed so I spent most of my time working my ass off travelling to and from a shitty job about as concerned with my real needs as a breastfeeding baby.

All the time I asked ‘Is there something you want to change, usually when prompted. And I would think something mundane like socks. I need a change of socks. And then I would smile and think I was Ralph Wiggum from the Simpsons. I would like to smile more. Cheeeeeeese!

It was nice been young I recall. People, family and friends used to ask questions about my future. The future held promise. time and again people would ask what are your plans and I would say I  wonder what fate would bring me. At fates speed with no help from myself I would deal with whatever life threw at me. I was such a laid back young man.

Where was I. In the past. Repetition. Yes, it was a life of repetition, ignoring things that needed to change and blinding myself to the bleeding obvious. Somethings never change. Repetition is bad.

Repetition is required. Food. Medication. Work. Appointments, Church.

Gee I sound nerdy today or geeky or lame ass.

I’ll probably do the same tomorrow.