the full moon sat in the summer solstice this year. this year is said to be the hottest on record. this year, flies on the windscreen...this year i completed the academic portion of what i set forth some years back, in pursuing this path as medicine man...
...medicine man is referred to as kabi-razi in the noakhali dialect of bengal, in what is now bangladesh. kabi-razi means poet-king. the medicine man then is a poet of medicine, herbs...
all praise is due...head down and heart up...
...bow down and surrender...no bombs, no weapons, no knives, no guns, no cuss words, no foul language... just prayers for peace, compassion...
...the hope for the hunter
and his tale of saving the world
from the pathological
and the hunted and their rage,
to dissipate
into the language of peace.
is it possible?
...in the name of the Essence, i recall, am reminded, that this journey is a brief set of experiences like a deck of cards, shuffled and distributed for play...
...i've been watching the game, in the bleachers, at times bored, at times excited, rooting
...used to root for the running statues, the idols, the ones i had posters of, and looked at mesmerized...
in magazines, celebrated celebrities and how many women they slept with, how many leather jackets they had, how many cars and homes they owned...
...hypnotized by their floss, their middle finger up to everyone, un-accountable to anyone...ah yes freedom to be perpetually an angsty, alienated adolescent who trashes planet earth, cause who cares...
...lost my fascination with the idols, the lexuses, rolexes, stretch limos... with the rebels whose only cause was fame and expensive shoes and greater capacity to shop and trash our sacred earth...
...i'll pass on you, on looking up to you, on repeating your destructive lyrics and egocentric ways...
...got in the game...getting in the game...playing from the song of solomon and noakhali and santal and berber and tuareg and mapuche, and hopi and mohawk elders...indigenous ways...ancient mathematics that some in the frequency of colmbus-discovery are noticing and so the media is noticing them and so are the academic institutions and jobs, and that's what's hot and whose hot and are the voices of our elders in some warped way, after all we were taught by their parents to think ours were backwards...
so this new year, this return of sun to the house of Essence i was born in, returns me to womb...
what was the purpose then? at birth? in the space of a mother as ancient as star dust, and a father as modern as marx and engels and gandhi and nerhu and tagore...intellectual meets infinity...
to continue these ways of humility, of respect, of love, and loving from more than a moment...unconditional, accountable, and always...
...my purpose is to be always...to let go and let You be the voice box and tongue, the eyes and ears, the skin and feet...walk with me...please...
...the purpose, the intention for this coming sun cycle, is doing less...and in doing less...in being less scattered...letting go...letting loose embarrassment and fear of getting it wrong, and not being good enough, not yet ready...doing from what i know and knowing that i know very little and can learn from what you have to tell me as i try and fall and try and grow...
who are the Guides?
this year, i am isa, the Lover, rumi, the worshipper. this year my medicine flows like rumi...i do less and do more...i am a poet of herbs and food and breath in alignment with the One, the Essence, the Ultimate Truth (ALLAH - the Great Nothingness).
this happens, this letting go happens through the rituals, the work, livelihood, carving the path by doing, setting up circumstance for the doing, and being vulnerable, humble enough to try my best with the understanding that this is as far as i know, and i am only in a process, in a journey, that is infinite, but i would like to offer what i know, and these are the parameters for our exchange...
all praise is due...
my values can all be summed up as the lover rumi in shams...the Lover, isa in the doing, in the humility, in being vulnerable, and seeing what happens...
...videos, books, workshops...family, kids, house, travel, weddings, ceremonies, habituating wealth through exchange of currency...my current to yours...this is how...this is why...
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