...yoga enters me... icelandic astoria ny... have you heard there's a war...?... did your belly tell you... or was it from a ringing in your head... the mother of all bombs... afghanistan in your mind... a shock and awe into the end... of march... 2022... and what've you done?... a lot... too much... crossing off things on your to do?... setting timers... trying out the new appointments app... meeting lots of new people and feeling a jolt of excitement from every lunch and dinner...?... wanting more... not knowing what to do when you don't have this... when you are by yourself, with a page of crossed items...
...hopping through i.g. posts... trying to find something to occupy time... time ticks like a bomb... if you let it... or it blows like a breeze off the ocean of desert under a canopy of galaxies in circumambulation... mecca... the hajj in the arches... bow down... bowed down to You... Always... with that no strings... with that Love that comes with and from wings... with Pure giving...
...this month... Quietness... going deeper in practices without telling anyone... giving abbu rent without telling anyone else... starting a school of ancient medicine... Trusting abbu Knows... Loving him without anyone else there... doing without looking for acclaim... being transparent without anger... with compassion... without audience...
...last month was letting go... this month is getting deeper with what i let go of by doing it from a place of Quiet... without making show... going into the womb... not looking for acclaim... like getting better with time because it will be helpful and considerate of those around me... showing up... in a Way that is honoring...
...doing clinics without looking for photo-ops... going deeper in yoga practice... going deeper in the teaching... praying... being transparent... Listening more than speaking...
...in the name of the Most...
...sending flowers... making cards... gifting... playing... playful...
...today my feet walked a foot off the grounds of 37th ave, as i flew up the stairs and hopped over the turnstyles, not stopping for the man who said "amigo" a couple of times, having flashes of an undercover about to pull my shoulder and flash a badge, quick... ran quick and twisted on the platform to walk to the opposite platform... to the edge... floating with gravity in bags - a bag man - back pack, duffle bag, and hand bag... asked for gravity to release me when i jolted up the stairs of 23rd and lex... didn't turn when women that would've caught my eye passed with shifts and scents of attraction... attracted to the air of Love i'd Surrendered to... at once a durga-puja, and a One-ness... yogi and sufi... brown and yellow and red and white and black and olive... left my clothes at the laundromat... your identity talk, brown this and black that and white this left me spinning... left you in the spin cycle... feel free to join when you get naked too...
...got nothing to sell... i don't have anything for you to buy... been creating... been Creating... without eyes to see... with Seeing... i See You... when i'm Quiet...
...real yogis move in Quiet...
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