fasting from anything that walks, crawls, slithers, flies, swims. even honey...
vegan ramadhan - reminder of why i'm doing this...
this ramadhan is dedicated to all kindred species and their ancestors, and the water that spills, that leaves me parched and casting libations for all the extinguished smiling giraffes and mexican grizzlies and american giant beavers and extinguished beings...tears, prayers and meditations.
saturday, i said no to the chicken. gave the bhaklava at the turkish iftar to the hijabi mother, who like my amma, gladly accepted, saying she'd give it to her son. we all gave her our bhaklava, my brother, his homies n queen.
queen came on the whim, rearranged time to leave the mountains n find me. i was with a client, finding pressure points on his back, readjusting his kapha by pressing on his lung meridian and hanging around long enough to listen to a past. ayurveda spoke sanskrit gibberish. tones i regurgitated while my client lay facing the earth 7 stories above...
queen heard, recited at grand central while she waited for me to call back: om tryambakum ye jamahe sugandim pushti vardanam...
i kept repeating the 8-syllable words till maha marishi yogi spoke to me, said the words in sanskrit were unimportant, knowing them will only have you contemplating information. it's the music, the vibration that's important, he said, to a harvard audience, in the ghost of malcolm's debate there a few years earlier, when ammu was reciting Qur'an. she still does, not knowing more than the meaning of a few words. she sways when she recites and i turn off pandora's box of babylon tunes to listen, to fall into a spell, like the breeze that carried queen n i that night into a cafe.
queen got coffee with chocolate, i mmmd and just stuck to the black drip in americana. queen shared chapters from her life, i listened, and added on, collaborating on re-making history as it never happened.
saturday was community, brother, bro's homies, queen, the outdoor ottoman break fast, a sense of union with others in this path of submission, of placing my hands in the air and bowing down...all praise is due.
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