I sat in the chair never having experienced such volatility. I was a blessed man humbly receivig nourishment. Then I was subject of some sick scientific experiment - shoveling chemicals into my mouth well-known to be hazardous. And everyone there gorged on this food like it was their last. I was disusted. Yellow cheese on eggs, grits, blueberry pancakes, some pink diabetic drink, all for one.
I am without a room to call my own. I own very few things now - just some clothes, and a few electronic devices. I am confronted by a nagging fear moment to moment; but simultaneously I have this more refined sense of appreciation. Only now can I reflect in ways and see that I have not before.
“A god can be simultaneously in two or more places – like a melody, or like the form of a traditional mask. And whenever he comes, the impact of the presence is the same: it is not reduced through multiplication.
Slumped over in a dust,
oozing in the cradle of her train,
he's rolling down her logs,
lolling beneath her belly,
his crown ticklish, a broken egg -
flushing.
"It's beauty", he thinks.
Back in the forest,
she hands him a cupful of tears,
something like stiff air swells his lungs.
His palms push against her plexus -
feeling her tremble-
birthing rumbles in his shadow-y chest.
He sits there thinking and thinking. Being. There are a million, billion, trillion ways to go about this process. He has a lot of old writing to start from but he decides to start fresh. And it all spawned from the single thought: why don’t you write a blog?
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
