...floating on...

...again in a day... and change... like last time... not like last time... this time without her... this time without... this time no hangars... no heart on the cliff... no rush... no running down a dream... no bangladesh and then india in a few days... no no no's...

...we floated on... as did her mom when she was past crawl... as did eric firuz peter frankie jahan-gil day rani boro apa ... float on... float on's... rest in peaces to the spirits they left...

...and then there is the float of us... each of us passing through each other... permanently changing one another... some having epic impacts... some that i hold with me... not because i think about them but because they appear... because they come to me... because they speak... and i speak back... quietly...

...sometimes it's them you are speaking to when you think you are speaking to me... it is them... these spirits when you may see a uniform of a sinewy cinnamon man with silky curls squiggly legs exposed through patched up knee-length jean shorts... it's them... nana - a tallish pear shaped green eyed poet from shaolin whose quiet astrology i wear in observing human behavior... rekha... an indian goddess from queens, ebony and ruddy cheeked, hazel body like a magazine model, who hugged stairwells with me as we dreamt...  ro... her thick eyebrows coming together in sudden meditations i wear on the subway...

... people... many of them... i wear... i am... i speak in their tongues... with their voice... in my breath... queen nodding and blowing steam... the world at every interval needing to be blown out... followed by a nod... and we did this till neither of us knew who did it first... who was imitating who in what or whether we were always doing this and the reason our exchanges were lucid, interlaced, sprawling through small town america...

...float on... i float on and watch generations... like a spirit in his last days... noticing bodies outside of bodies... and the grave tethered like a balloon to my jean pockets... to stay humble... light... purposeful...

...float into Self... as i leave without expectation or strings...

...let go of control through shifting audience...

...control is a tricky thing... is necessary and good in some ways... confusing in other...

...depending audience... who is the audience you are controlling for?...

...this month's intention is to let go of control... but the question i've been asking myself to facilitate this has been drawing confusion...

...what am i trying to control?... i asked myself as i walked up state st... my shoulders slightly drawn back and down, my chest broad, heart open... walking like a puma in the wild, traversing hundreds of miles a day...

...the answer is: my posture so i can be in tadasana, in King-asana, the flight of a warrior-King... my breath so it can be in prana-yama... in life extension... is that a bad thing?...

...i was faced with this when i was cheffing up cauliflower recently... asked myself this question... what am i trying to control?... the answer: the melting point of the cauliflower, so it melded equally with the potatoes... so that it was an even blend... is that a bad thing?...

...i found myself asking this again when the clouds of rigamarole, of:  "life is but a poor player that struts frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more" (-macbeth, shakespeare) ... settled in an hour before dusk, and i countered this through the ancient breath of fire... bhastrika pranayama...

...in doing so... i prevented a mind to spiral in existential crises.... in netszhe and kurt cobain... in heidegger and robin williams... is that a bad thing? should i have stopped the control?... afterall the follow up question is: how do i let go of control?...

...the answer to how to let go of control has been more enlightening... its been leading me to believe that control requires being something you are not... adjusting to a mold... whereas letting go of control could lead to abysmal bottoms... or if drawn from the lineage of the guru muhammad... of prophet isa... of krshna... it could mean letting go of control to Be...

...Be-ing is the Purpose in this purpose... in asana... it is being the eagle, being the downward and upward dog... being the scorpion... being King in headstand... it is defying limits in floating and leg behind head and handstand/pressup/split vinyasas... in being warrior and transforming into deeo balance vinyasas like warrior 3 into bow, into half moon...

...so... control is a necessary step to Be-coming... as we humans are out of synch with our Nature... with our Self...

...as i Am Be-ing... in this quick moment... that will pass... i let go of trying to control from a place of wrong intention...

...the question that may better serve control is what are you trying to control for the sake of audience right now?... and that would be more accurate... is resolving through: how can you let go...

...if at a moment when i link up with you, i ask myself what am i trying to control... and the answer is: the way you see me... how? through these shades and hat i wear... why? because i don't want you to see my frazzled thinning hair and want you to see my shades, and the cool hat i have on... why? ... because i want you to accept me... to more than accept me... whoa... i want you to respect, recognize, idolize me... set me apart from others... idolize me... why?... to be on top of the game... to be winning... why? ... i don't know... i guess so i can be better than... because i believe i am less than... because i believe this is it... because i believe your acceptance of me is crucial and your rejection confirming of something wrong with me... why?... because i believe this is real... why? ... because it seems to be the only thing i know... and because of housing... and social capital... and jobs... and touch... and lovers... and friends... do you want to be Connecting with people who connect with you on a falsehood?... no... no... i want for anyone who connects with me to Connect with that which is Real... how do you let go of this control then?... by Be-ing... by Be-ing that which i Am... not this body... not this mind... but Always... and Never... how do you become this... through fearlessness... through being vulnerable... being transparent with these human emotions... through listening to You... through being Quiet... through Breath... through sharing the Gifts i have attained... through the Laws... through focus... through livelihood that grows Us - earth, you, species, air, water, space... how... through Being Your Work...

... what are you trying to control in how you look to your audience? how do you shift your audience to You?... 

...full moon august 2018... let go of control and Be Your Purpose...

...all praise is due...

...another month is this manifestation and i have nothing to prove to you ... this is me... this is as i Am... and if you look close... Real close... you will see yourSelf...

...and i will see You...

...all these things become real... all these things meaning attempting to control what you will see in me... how you will see me... your approval disapproval... and in turn... me trying to control you... how you should be... how i (lower self) wants you to be... because what i really want is stability... grounding... earth... but i don't want you to know that because if i do... i may be perceived as weak... fragile... needy... lacking... and as a result i go deep in self... in hermitage... in these practices... getting only so close...

...control... want to control what these blends will be... as perfectionism is premised on control... is premised on wanting to get it just right... perfect... and nothing can happen before this... love the idea of being messy...

...yesterday, j and i got messy... j and i foraged for chantarelles... it was beautiful... going through the forest... looking for oaks, finding the mushrooms in patches among the oaks... in damp areas... many with slugs on them... some bitten into... and then plucking and shaking the mushrooms out - to release spores... tearing and spreading some.. to hope they will re-vegetate...

...then we found others... button mushrooms... others j mentioned... and we talked about how they look and how they are different... and what was distinct about this foraging is that it wasn't involving every herb in the forest... it was specific... we had a mission - to forage for chantarelle's... and we stuck to it... and it was finite - 35min... max... and we then were on our way ... and today... for the full moon... for the concluding of the 36 hour fast... i made four versions of this magic... and they were great... felt great...

...if i were to try to control it... i would've said no... would've said lets just focus on the chanterlles... would've just stuck to a recipe... instead of experimenting and being beautifully surprised...

...the chantarelles were/are beautiful... and a beautiful example of how i can let go of control and go deeper...

...control places pressure on situations that is against life... is antithetical... is shelved always for tomorrow...

...this past month... in reflection ... since the last full moon... i moved from my july sublet, up the block to my august room... left my phone behind on the day of the full moon in a friend's car... and through her kindness and focus... retrieved within a couple of days... lost my phone again a couple days later... and through the conscience of the guy who found it, retrieved it the day after... 2 incidents of losing my phone... and two of my roommates also lost their phones and recovered them...

...i had some meaningful conversations with elder g... he is a youth in heart... inquisitive... Knowledgable... humble... told me about shock therapy... about receiving it after being driven into a mental hospital for a couple days... and how it led him into a dream state... into a deep reconciliation with his father... a forgiving... a moment of clarity that liberated him... made me think of how important pain is... how we need edges... need to embrace edges to transform... and when we are lazy... when give into our lower selves... we inhibit this potential ...

...this past month - let go of her - exorcised her through exercise - in the spot we decried as our spot - sweat so much i became a puddle...

...this past month... j's wedding - ceremony - connected deeper with him... layers happened... met and got requested to make medicine... guide a medicine man from the seneca nation and one from the lakota nation...

...layered with emperor... quick mornings with him here and there... excursions with him... quick... shabbats - meaningful shabbats - Connecting through prayer... ritual... food... cooking... creating... conversation... through being in movement - in witnessing his gifts and embracing them...

...this past month i gave more of myself to affirming others...

...this past month... i tabled at an event... without the medicine kits i said i would have ready... because i wanted to get it just right... becasue i wanted a certain artwork... a certain packaging... a perfect perception... and so i didn't get it out there... and this month... through a writing exercise/share with poeta... i learned of the importance of separating work from self... and instead do it for the sake of Self... because it has to be done... because it is essential that others receive it... instead of  - this would be hot - others would think this is cool - no one else is doing this - and the line of thinking that births scheming...

... the Work... is always in dialogue... even if yu started to do it alone... becasue it is always in service to the One... and the ne will connect with you... give you the feedback you know... the Work is about You... in all Your forms... not about getting your name out there... and proving a point...

...proving a point is about control... about trying to control others... if you Are truly in Yoga... then it's a sharing to Connect... to Connect with You... and the perfectionism is dropped... the attachment to ego... the what i want you to see is dropped... and instead the reaching is High... Real High...

...ways i dropped control this month was when i reached out to loves in my life and put my cards on the table... instead of trying to get it just right... instead of thinking of what will look right or not... and Being Right... from a place of Love...

... i let go of control when i showed up at the event and tabled... and got a sense of what people need in their life - to smell good, to feel good - because they want you to recognize them... so i learned the importance of supporting people through what i make to Connect with others through Connecting with themSelf... by Connecting with earth Life that replenishes skin... Heightens a sense of sensuality...

...but what i didn't do was take risks... didn't just go ahead and get bags and support someone to come up with artwork... and support someone to do logistical work... make medicines... and tried to do it all alone again... instead of delegating... and learning to delegate...

...control kept me from sharing the Work... from giving you Yoga... from speaking out agains harms that are being doing to our earth... to people of earth and soul... to those stripped of power and under the mercy of those with guns bombs greed...

... this month i only inched in head behind my head... have made only inches in press to handstand and handstand... have made inches in kapotasana... i stayed in the territory of safety... i stayed in the space of ego... instead of taking classes that would work towards each of these... instead of letting go and walking into fear in each of these areas... instead of being okay with the fall..

...this month i cooked in safety... instead of being elaborate... with a few exceptions... i could've built on what i did but didn't... i could've went much deeper with beans i experimented with...

...in letting go of control... i would let go of what perception i want you to have of me... i would share and be okay that it might not look great or perfect... and that i will learn... afterall... all of this is laborataory of experimentation... possibility... what is impossible becomes impossible in trying to control...

...the absence of control is not being lost and pointless... but entering the space of Trust in the Infinite... of learning... of truly learning... of constant growth...

...this is again asking what are you afraid of? what are you trying to control? how could you let go to get to where you can/want to...?...

...this month... as i ask this question - what am i trying to control? how can i let go to reach the next stage with You... you will be receiving medicine kits from me... you will be seeing commitment to spaces... to taking risks... afterall it takes commitment to see things through - single-minded dedication... being specific like the intention of looking for chantarelles... and being finite while supple and exploratory... it takes risks to let go of money and invest in possibility to shape... for the Work... in Surrender to the Work...

...stop... stop... focus... focus... one thing at a time... without control... with intention... this will change time and space... when you try and control your offerings... then you try to control time and space... and this... all of this... is a passing... you and i are passing through... for a brief moment... and we have no control... but we have fruits to bear... that are essential... share... give... i am trying to control this medicine i have for you and by doing so... you don't get it... and you may need it real bad...

...the Work...

...history is written in the genetic engagement of movement through this path... in asana... i am moving in sequences of actg codon specific to this Way of enlightenment taught from guru to student for generations...

...written in these feet are the words of sun warriors virabadrasana-ing through to becoming moon, half moon, crescent moon, and a star... the symbol of the universal path of Surrender that commemorates, today, the Warrior prophet ibrahim, who after 90 years of life gave birth to his first child, a son... the son, upon growing into the age of manhood (in those times -12)... was asked to be sacrificed in abraham's conversations with Essence... torn, tortured, in grief... he went ahead with it... laid the child down to be beheaded and when, in the course of lifting his axe, was told to stop...

...how tuned are you to the signs, the words... the language of the One?... abraham who is so revered in the torah, bible, qur'an... would be in 25-life in our modern era... most of the prophets would...

...what is the True voice saying, revealing?... when do you hear it?...

...when i asked ALLAH (in the space of rahmadhan - rahma - returning into the womb) how i can fall in Love with You... ALLAH conveyed through signs... that i Love the Creation... the Creation being you and you and you...

...and when i asked how do i do this... ALLAH conveyed... through Surrender... through being fully in a space of Surrender - and the Truth will manifest...

...i realized this when i was in sajdah, head to the ground... with dozens of others who were in a space of fasting 21-22 hour days, with me... people who drove cabs, who cooked food all day on the street for others, and pushed their cart, and not an ounce of water until sun down... and they lived... and i lived through my 3 hours of asana practice... and my hours of bodywork on others... i was renewed in  strength by the evening...

...so now... i've been told that the Way to Connect meaningfully... by way of Surrender... is to do Work... is to Work apart from you, but as Work that needs to be done...

...at the moment, i am in college town bagels , at the cornell campus... electric with the start of a new semester... and the radio here blares skinny love... bon iver... a song i can listen to on repeat... that resonates with darkness in me... that part of me that is uncertain about this life thing... not getting it... feeling like an alien in my skin... in this body that goes through space and time without any choice of control... who witnesses generation after generation go through high school, college, get out, get jobs, or try to... party... drink... get married... divorced... make it... drug up... liquor up... prayer up...

...the song brings up something deep from within me... resonance... bon iver's work is so deeply personal that there is resonance... that there is a cord that strikes for anyone who listens to it... this is true with music that is honest... that comes from a place of depth - gangstarr, alice coltrane, nusrat fateh ali khan, peyote songs,  hamza el din, sylvio rodriguez...

...what is so deeply personal to you... so much so that you are close to afraid of it...?... afterall fear is a current within Love... it is the trepidation you feel when meeting a Lover... one you have anticipated seeing all week... all praise is due... all praise is Always due...

...walk into it... embrace it... my kindred yusef tells me that we often ask for fulfillment of our Purpose, without asking for the tools that will get us there...

...i believe we have these tools... that they are within our grips... that they reside within us... and it is just a matter of getting out of our way... getting the ego that wants things to be perfect to get out of the way... getting the fear of failure... of judgement... of this and that... that is premised on ego... to get out of the Way...

...my Purpose to be fulfilled would look like... hmmm... less gargantuan than i thought... less change the entire world... less the super-hero, che/malcolm/gandhi-complex ... i developed this complex in thinking that this is what i have to do - me - change it - and nothing can be done until it is big enough...

...all along dhaka... everyone is hustling... all along bombay and rishikesh... people are tryng to make it - for their families, for their survival.. for capital gain... for change... but these folk... whether you or i agree... are playing...

...players in the game... i want to play... i want o shoot and if i miss... i want to keep shooting... i want to shoot not to make it... but to play with you... to be in a space with you... so that i learn how to shoot better, and play... can you be a player if you are not playing?...

...the Work that i have the tools to do... that is not about me... is self-Love = Self-Love... is the Work towards this path... is getting Closer... is building community through health - body mind spirit - Real meaningful community... through cooking, eating, movement... experiencing it in Your body... and this is avialable to my indigenous mom and cornel students... movement... Connecting with Oneness... there is no class/race/ethnic/ability divide in this...

...asana then would look like the water falling from the cliff at the waterfalls in taughnok state park... and i would go deeper from this place of Surrender... until i get to the next level... the game is infinite... without end... Work... is to share the product...

...get your Work out there not because of you but because it needs doing... and you doing it... 

...getting out of the cloud...

...in the cloud... getting out fo the cloud... do you ahve all your stuff up on the cloud...

...stuff.. too much of it... gets clouded...crowded... chemicals shift and become head rappers ... thorns on jsesus... leave you crucified by overwhelm... of confusion... of being in a cloud... of bein in the nebuli of syntax...

...how do you get out?... what do you...?... keep it simple... stay focused... have your focus... the one that works towards You Connecting - being in interaction with other beings - in mind.. written down...

...mine is making slef-Love medicine kits... this writing... these writings are my life example... the doin... not just a word exhorting you to do what i say... but here it is... if you want some help getting through today... write... or whatever taps into your soul to channel that which you are here to do - Create - through inspriation...

...what are you inspired by?... today... today i am inspired by uttanasa to handstand - press ups - closer to this... i am inspired by being empty... by this pen pad, keyboard to pummel down thoughts and hit submit... not thinking too much about it... release... let go...

...to day i am inspired by the weather... by the Love shown by a recent friend who is considering a ride to the city with me... when he heard i was looking into renting a car... how beautfiul... how Truly Beautiful... You Are...

...i Am inspired by the news a friend shared on the newness in her program that is presenting her with all these opportunities... immediately... which engages her talent and places her in community with others... everything she wanted... how beautiful...

...i Am in a space of inspiration... when i write... when i move... when i walk... when i am in a flow...

...so what inspires you?... what if it doesn't happen, can trigger you into inspiration?... for me it is movement... walking... getting somewhere... creating... being in a space of creativity... little bursts of dynamism... of Connecting with You through convo... through movement... through support.. through co-creating... Create...

...today i moved into a space outside of the cloud... through Creating with nature... with You... through movement... through staying single-minded focus on the Work... blends... todays blend is back to school... to help you with the stresses of going back... whether you are student or a teacher...

...Real Yogis...

...despair is rooted in uniforms that were sprayed with monsanto's roundup in identity-centralized politcos that led to the language of conquistador and then transmitted like vampire virus to the conquered who began speaking in -centrisms...

...somehow... every thing is up for commodification and appropriation... and when done by those of us perceived as oppressed... there is a pass... it's okay...

...we can make anything up now... and it's okay... i can say i'm indigenous and this is how we have been doing it for thousands of years... and you will believe me... and the identity politics promulgated through ethnic studies programs on the streets and in campuses make it okay...

...when i asked her why she cut people off... she said it was easier that way... don't have to deal with them... 

... in babylon... identity politics and reinventing history is easier then dealing with reality... it's easier for indians to speak of all the wrongs in india, bangladesh, and pakistan as coming from the british rule... and negating the millennia of caste systems that plugged us in to a hierarchy from birth...

...it's easy... it allows us to bask in victim-ism... and romanticize a glorious past...

...it's easy to claim that all traditional medicine came from wherever you are from... and you may get a pass to do this... and you may have some pictures from ancient scripts to illustrate this speculative point...

...and for me... i can tell you that chinese medicine actually came from india... and acupuncture is actually a corrupted version of marma points... but that would be a big claim... a bold and arrogant one... a nationally arrogant one... highly speculative...

...and you can have my back on it cause i'm browner... poorer... etc... or you can go with Truth and love me... but not support the fiction i carry...

...i Know this path of yogi is steeped in a tradition that is thousands and thousands of years old... merely from the criteria of a euro-centric determinant of his-story = written history...

...the vedas... the upanishads... thousands of years old... written in meter to commit memory to legacy... to the words that came down from generation to generation for millennia prior to the written texts...

...i Know this to be true of Ayurveda... i know because my grandfather and great-grandfather were medicine-men in india... i know this because my gurrukul is from a gita family... sharing the teachings of the bahagavad gita for generations...

...i appreciate this... i appreciate the continuum... and with that said... no claims on it... but instead promulgation of a Way... and as the guru muhammad (s.a.w) has taught... the Way has to be universal... ethnocentrism/nationality/etc is antithetical to the Way of Spirit... causes separation... fragments One-ness - and produces maya...

...yoga/yogi is not nationalism... is not a race... is not a path to get deeper with race and racialization...

..yoga/yogi has roots... has fortunately been passed down from generation to generation for millennia...  please recognize and respect this ... and if you don't... if you concoct whatever fiction rests your identity politics at ease... Know that Real will Always Recognize Real...

...contradictions...

....what are my contradictions...?... how do i illuminate them instead of keep them in the dark?...

...what are yours?... i enjoyed our company the other day... and noticed others, whose company i would enjoy as well... in fact... there was a couple i knew who we ran into... said hi... n it was good to see them... n i kept my distance... to ensure your safety... to ensure that u felt ok... why?... what if i stood there and spoke to them for a while...?... what if i made plans to hang with one of them... while you were there... while you waited...?... would that be rude? improper? disrespectful?... or honest...? real...?...

...hmmmn... i wonder about this... about being real and true to self... while practicing compassion... while being regulated by the feelings of others... while being kind... while engaging in ethics....what are the ethics you practice?... how does it guid your day to day?...

...afteralll... weren't all these rich, powerful men in hollywood... weinstein, cosby, others... as sick and repulsive as their acts were.... weren't they being honest to their inner desires with those they disrespected?... i mean... it's said that we engage in sexual thoughts several times a day... they say men think about it a good quarter to half the time... who knows where babylon get these stats... but... we can all attest to the fact that we have these thoughts... so what if we acted on them?... would that be more honest?...

...i ask... because i was posed with this dilemma by someone i knew... who engaged in this way... a woman... who actively flirted with others in front of me... who made plans to see/hang/etc... it was honest... and the consequences of this were that it broke a sense of social more for me... that it was crossing a line... but it wasn't underhanded... it happened right in front of me and i had the opportunity to decide how i wanted to respond...

... things go grey in a way that i'd hear from folk older than me when i was young... black and whiteness become a million shades in between... and i am enveloped in the shades, like a heap of blankets stacked above me...

...i guess... it's probably why i write so much... these pages are readily available... doesn't require so much effort... my folks and bro are like that... readily available... open... i can call them now and speak for a while... most others... including probably me... are busy... have a lot to do... don't have the time... unless you are right in front of them... and they in front of you...

...you choose who you want to make the effort for... and if it's not your family... and you are constantly making effort and it is not reciprocated... let go... with Love... let go and focus your energies on what needs focus... and you will attract those you will... as it was written...

...the contradictions are opportunities to transform... to acknowledge, be transparent... and work through it... bring it to fore... cause only we can figure this out together... by ourselves... we are like cells in the skin... aware of other cells, but isolated to the skin....

...move with values that are from a place of vulnerability... that allow you to be vulnerable... honest... potentially hurt... but cards on the table... with compassion... with humility... and in this suppleness... grow... let yourself grow... 

...let go and Be on Your Way...

...what do you choose?... in a ted talk, the ted talker said show me the four people you spend the most time with and i will show you your future... who do you spend the most time with?...

...i wonder if for some people the people they spend the most time with might not be people at all but their computers, phones, devices...

... i prefer human interaction... i prefer human interaction that is meaningful, adeventurous, exploratory, honoring... i want to honor those i am in relations with... i want  to feel honored... so i want to give you what i would want...

...do you honor the people in your life? how? a friend once told me that it was ok if i couldn't come up with a material present for my nephews, but spending time with them would go a long way... spend time with those you love... meaningful time... Connect with them in a Way that is deep, and beautiful, and makes them feel beautiful...

...i love getting texts, calls, follow throughs from friends... people in my life letting me know they are thinking of me through their actions... emperor does this... he shows up... he knocks on my door and comes in... he runs into  me on the street, honks his horn, and tells me to come in... he tells me i need to step it up, that he is concerned about referring people to me when my living situation is so unstable...

...queen shows up when she shows up... she doesn't want to make plans, she doesn't want to be held to any standard, any accountability... wants to say hi and then disappear... maybe see me later but not sure... and this fans anxiety and anticipation... the not knowing... the hoping... the thinking it is possible... and it becomes unhealthy... stemming from a place of un ease, from a place of excitement due to the very possible let down... knowing the let down is strongly possible...

...she says everyone has contradictions... most are afraid to illuminate them... what are your contradictions?... is it that you speak of love and honesty and yet chronically masturbate, watching porn, spilling seeds... how should this get illuminated?... i suppose the sharing... of being open...

her contradiction is that she wants to not have boundaries... to sink into you as you are speaking... perhaps interlace hands and legs... perhaps touch each other... and then go to the bathroom, go out for a smoke, grab a light from a stranger, and do the same with him... and it brings up the question of truth, of living our truth... i wonder what it would be if we all went with our base desire... walking in the world would look real different...

...i want to make sure you are heard... so i ask you qeustions... i want to make sure you are honored...  i want to make sure you feel like a Queen, a King... i want to make sure you feel respected, loved.. and i don't want to say these things and pay only lipservice... be a text buddy, not show up for what is important for you... not make time...

...if you keep making time and honoring and giving of yourself to someone who doesn't reciprocate... give them prayers and be on your Way...

...life is too short to waste your time wondering in anticipation, hoping for an alcoholic to stop drinking, loving someone who stands you up over and over... wish them well... don't get mad at them... as their hearts are sealed or maybe not.. or maybe their hearts operate differently... they have to go through their journey...

...and ALLAH Knows what you do not know... so trust.... let go... even if it hurts... and focus on the Work... there is Work to be done... and it is not to waste time playing games, fanning your insecurities, running in circles chasing rainbows... let the rainbows Be... let go, focus on the Work...