slept at 6am. woke at 7 and fell into a daydream.
in the train, we whirled oms all the way to grandcentral, where i stood in warrior 3 for seconds n watched queen watch the sun rise in the vast underground. an attempt to make sense of am and pm and people in between.
attempted to make sense of what happened to istanbul iftar on queens blvd with bro n friends n queen. where did they all go? wondered if the rest of ramadhan would be the usual sense of non-community, of the ny i've always known - teeming with people going somewhere for something and ghost. the ghosts hang around for days after a convo and then become a quote...
confused by the absence of everyone, i longed for a muslim partner to transverse secret ramadhan wonderlands, and finding no such community at the cvs in sunnyside, i rushed home for meaning.
maha mahirishi yogi by way of youtube, gave me the antidote for success...transcendental meditation. i'm not sure exactly what he said anymore, but it made a lot of sense, and i was probably too busy wondering if he was really levitating on the river behind him when the cameras were off or was he swinging the yoga groupie circuit. i wouldn't be mad at him either way.
i was just dreaming and wondering if he was really there when i was standing on the concrete park with the dip bars next to the river he was being filmed at, by gigantic robots who carried him to osiris. yeah...osiris, 10,000 moons ago, which was all piled up and laid flat like a futon for me to sleep on for hours until it was time to leave.
sabhia was getting back and i needed to do something with my life, so i did what i knew best - hopped on the train and surfed for meaning...found it in the break fast with the fam...
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