i spent such a lovely weekend on the beach. someone told me recently that the ocean is a prayer, to invoke it as often as possible, and being that this is truly so very lovely and sublime and profound and perfect, i tried to remember that when i was feeling anything but magnificent. i walked along the water, sucked in that salty air, fell on the sand, felt the sun slip all over me, opened my ears wide to that sound that can crush you...
i tried to meditate, that being my new thing now, since i've been introduced to it in simply the most pleasant of manners, and this is what i saw:
from the base of my spine, this grey repinesque demon, with a wide back, skin taught over his bony muscles and outstretched arms over a strong solid head, flew out, through my body, rushing toward the sea. i felt him stream out of me in a cold rush and i opened my eyes just in time to see that the tide had grabbed one of the sneakers i had freed from my feet, that rascally demon tried to trick me even as he went. i grabbed the sneaker.
the real demons are the fleeting, phantasmic thoughts that rush in and wreak havoc in your mind, piss all over your soul, grab their fiery little crotches and curse and mock you, their pointy red ears flaring, lips pulled back taught over a perpetual rotten-toothed smile. they point and laugh and howl and double over in laughter as you pull the metaphorical covers up over your head, shaking and quivering and even pissing your pants if you could. i don't know all of their wretched little names exactly, but they're all fast buddies with Fear.
i keep seeing this worthless ad for yet another worthless movie, all over town: it reads "danger is real, fear is a choice." i keep seeing it, and it's right. i would say, board your heart up against Fear, but then Fear would win, standing outside, just waiting for you to steal a peek, so I say, why not invite it in. love that fucker, pour him some tea, watch what happens to him. you'll have a kitten previously known as F--r now named Pooky purring in your lap, in no time. or in some time, being that you start now.
tonight, in yoga, i realized suddenly how very unattended it is to be human. we're all scurrying around on this planet...in my mind's eye, i panned out to the universe....where even the wide blue prayer of ocean is completely silent, and as i floated away, in to the utter stillness of the planets, the streams of stars that say everything and make so sounds, i felt very very very very very small and alone on that little blue yoga mat, and i felt. Everything.
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i tried to meditate, that being my new thing now, since i've been introduced to it in simply the most pleasant of manners, and this is what i saw:
from the base of my spine, this grey repinesque demon, with a wide back, skin taught over his bony muscles and outstretched arms over a strong solid head, flew out, through my body, rushing toward the sea. i felt him stream out of me in a cold rush and i opened my eyes just in time to see that the tide had grabbed one of the sneakers i had freed from my feet, that rascally demon tried to trick me even as he went. i grabbed the sneaker.
the real demons are the fleeting, phantasmic thoughts that rush in and wreak havoc in your mind, piss all over your soul, grab their fiery little crotches and curse and mock you, their pointy red ears flaring, lips pulled back taught over a perpetual rotten-toothed smile. they point and laugh and howl and double over in laughter as you pull the metaphorical covers up over your head, shaking and quivering and even pissing your pants if you could. i don't know all of their wretched little names exactly, but they're all fast buddies with Fear.
i keep seeing this worthless ad for yet another worthless movie, all over town: it reads "danger is real, fear is a choice." i keep seeing it, and it's right. i would say, board your heart up against Fear, but then Fear would win, standing outside, just waiting for you to steal a peek, so I say, why not invite it in. love that fucker, pour him some tea, watch what happens to him. you'll have a kitten previously known as F--r now named Pooky purring in your lap, in no time. or in some time, being that you start now.
tonight, in yoga, i realized suddenly how very unattended it is to be human. we're all scurrying around on this planet...in my mind's eye, i panned out to the universe....where even the wide blue prayer of ocean is completely silent, and as i floated away, in to the utter stillness of the planets, the streams of stars that say everything and make so sounds, i felt very very very very very small and alone on that little blue yoga mat, and i felt. Everything.
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