give up this body and walk on water, unparted and and flowing in a moon dance...no food no water, ramadhan and still walking like a million stars on my sahasrara...
brilliant...already...yeah...already...no beginning no end King...i see You...
give up any attempts to believe in the story of material of non-self, of realms of capital that caged me before i realized the keys were hidden in my throat, kept me choked and ready to potentially burst into tears at any moment for years...until i cried so hard - blood, regrets, and these keys...
...opened the door before suhoor, before any more meals, in this state of fast, of releasing the anamayakosha, in becoming...
...walked into trust, without guilt or expectation, without trying, just doing, right out the fourth floor window, before i heard the older tenants permanently fixed on the stoop plead with me not to, before i heard the hipsters call the feds for a security threat...floated right into a flight below icarus and above planes that left chemotrails like thousands of nooses for birds bees and humans...
...give up...learning to give up the food body, to do from a place of Always, to work from a place of Always...non-competition, non-stealing, satya in body, thoughts, and speech...don't you worry....
...paused at the corner of the highway...walked out of the car and floated into the trees, bowed my head there...
...rooted in Quiet...with the medicine i had...without pride...without perfection, trusting You...there is only You...it was Always You...
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