Saturday, June 20, 2020

...summer solstice... i... 2020



...6.20.2020...

...two o... two o...

...in a state of Om... Om trymabakum yejamahe...

...Connected with the 3... as ALLAH prefers odd numbers...

...we are an odd creature... humans... me... you... our species... so engaged in our uniforms... in these garbs we were...

...i'd like to believe i look at how you were your uniform... not the materials you place on it... not the brands of blood sweat from 3rd world countries to make you feel expensive... i look at your spirit... not your words... not your clothes... atleast no the branded ones...

...a friend of mind had all these critiques of the world of white people, of oppression... of the movement... this and that... he ate indiscriminately and held a reek so intense that nausua... his clothes were sloppy...

...what you wear on the outside can also be a reflection of your inside... your inner Being... clean... together... creative and with a light footprint on our Beloved planet...

...summer solstice... cleaned the srotas, squeezed the dhatus... built up the ojas in my morning asana practice... in ujyaai...

...write to You... dear You... it is Always You....

...this summer solstice i pause to see what is around me... what is in the Light... the thoughts that profane... that hurt me and you... the ones that are extraneous... and the ones that are sattvic... keep me in tune with the sahasara and flow through lake meru in a harmony of ida pingala... nadhi shhudi...

...in a space of building ojas... in keeping my seeds within... in breath and meditation that keeps me from dopamine pathways that like dope provide a highly ephemeral high with an immediate crash burn why did i do that...

...this summer solstice... i put to light the past 6... since winter solstice... since the death of the sun... the sun has ascended... has returned... prodigal... have i?... how have i?...

...last 6 have been domestic... winter... corona... a few events... door to door school pamphlets... keeping the car in park.. getting it passed... cooking... stroganoff... mushroom and zuchhini stroganoff to be exact... chocolate bars with an oat date base, date peanutbutter paste and dark chocolate coconut oil coating... zuchinni carrot pasta... single dishes - radish and red onion... turnip fries... okra in tomatoes...

...last 6 has been strong steady asana practice embracing discomfort... but with little seeking out of workshopping blocks that keep me from completing intermediate and tertiary series...

...last 6 saw a steady vinyasa in writing... but this has been precluded by summer hangs... especially in light of cafes being closed...

...last 6 has been a growth and reinforcement in some friendships... the Noble g... the Royal s, emperor... Grand step... Sire d... Know... mo... 1-who-Knows... guru-ji ammu and guruji abbu... the Brother naum... sweet ba...

...the last 6 has been paying off some debts - tuitions - rent... and also saving...

...ramadhan... full moons...

...hanging sparsely with young... L the scientist musician...

...back in the gorges... what has been in the dark - patterns - coming into town... walking... looking for conversations... meetings... encounters... human to human...

...in the dark has been the stories... novels...

...in the dark has been the medicines... kits... clients... medicine man...

..in the dark has been wife kids family...ontop of family... village...

...in the dark has been home...

...in the dark has been dreams...

...how do i bring these to Light?...

...how do i

Saturday, June 6, 2020

...full moon june 2020...


... a gemini moon in the midst of pandemics strewn with confetti that i stuffed like a pinnetto... blinding myself and spinning till i fall into the tracks and get swept just in the nick of time by an N train to astoria... home if home is familiarity and safety and a sense of cultural norm... although the cultural mores are mismatched... there is a general vibrancy to voices that vary in tone and rarely reach a decibel of outrageous discontent...

...this gemini 2020 moon... the last before another finish line i keep from babysitting frankie and paul and other kids of friends who trust that they'll be fine when i'm reading a novel of worst case scenarios... including the accidental drowning of a 2 year old...

...this moon... by the time it set above my head like a sunflower hidden by a bush of cropped cedar... i'd already spent most of the mornings crying for slain bodies and hurt and enraged voices and aquiesceing and suppressed ones... and hegemonically accommodating ones... and cried about the extent of our separation and seperationisms and the celebration of this...

...today... this full moon... yesterday... water... ethereal melissa invited me to her full moon gathering - a celebration of water... afterall everything is water... isn't it?... she asked... rhetoric... reflective... yes...

...yes was the resounding response throughout my day... after fleeing the plantation of cyber-duties... in remote incarceration... as my fast became more meaningful by the pull of water... after completing duties in staples...

...walked to the water... in the rain... soaked in the rain... absorbed the clouds overhead... the cleansing of tears from the firmament... stood in the rain as i watched the waves in their brilliance by the east river in sculpture park...

...tears... water she said... rain... east river... water fast...

...what does it mean?... to focus on the universal... the one drop that stays in Connection to the Ocean it emerged from... the Love Supreme... to flow with Your Truth... instead of getting stopped by fears... by the mundane... by mondays and 9-5's...

...i wonder...

...this full moon... one moon after ramadhan in which, unlike previous ramadhans where i experience a withdrawal, a sadness for the community love during the month... i kept up with soem habits built during the month... praying 4 times a day... reading Qur'an... reflecting on it...

...this full moon... i want to be water with my offerings... values... Truth... by doing one thing and letting this one thing be everything else... perhaps... this month... that is yoga...