...in the name of ALLAH... this of course is a filter... there are those who immediately shut down when they see the word of the Infinite... except if i do that - use the 99 names, like the Infinite... the Source of Peace...
...the continued truth remains... this is ephemeral... as soon as i begin to tap the words are a past... has seconds minutes already attached to it like newborns rapidly entering their tweens teens 20s 40s 60s 80s 90s... flatline... another generation in a b/w book for coffee conversation...
...coffee and conversation are beautiful... i love chai time... in our roots culture... like yogi and ayurveda and loongis and turbans and kurtas and You... You Always being central and the path of Surrender the passport beyond nationality, borders....
...the moon will remind you of this... it floors me everytime... the words of running in a rumi poem becoming a stark reality in looking upon my own...
...nice to be here... away from the city of millions... of get or get got... of hustlenomics...
...nice to breathe... deep... pranayama... as the moon... in ida... grounding energy and noting the nadis that are suffocated... liberating these at their marma points... to breathe into that part of the body...
...what didn't work about just stepping into action to redirect habit... to shape self is that i didn't always do this... this past moon... i was in my head often... and today... today i got lost... and beauty happened... as i fasted... i was too foggy to think straight... and so i got lost... and in getting lost... beautiful fiction.. and poetic movement and the botanical garden... and herbs... an herb garden and evergreen garden and names to help me connect... and the dinner to break fast... on my way back... just appeared... a tofu vegan medley... off the hook... and the discussion with the tribe... with the young voices... about the battle between old money and new money... about u.n. 21... about the percentage of oxygen you need to breath w/o inflicting harm upon yourself... the masks denigrating this...
...so this full moon i act first think later by stepping into lost... getting lost... allowing myself to get lost in the act... in the drop-backs and chakrasanas... in the kapotasanas and myur and pinchamyurs...... in the dishes and the ayurvedics... in making medicine and the trees and plants and the ingesting of medicines... in Connecting with the Work... and being in a space of service... of doing... w/o fear of loss...
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