...begin with bismillah... Always... and for those who Know... it is their breath... no need to remind you or me or themselves... they Know... maya...
...in the maya what seems is offenses... disappointment... ecstasy... good times... these are such good times... the crash and burn... damn you feel good... i just don't feel the same way anymore... hook up to break up... round and round... the carousel of babylon is as ancient as the ancient mathematics to stay Connected... the ancients knew of the maya... thousands of years before america and europe were colonizing the world... before screens and computers and smart phones and gps... there was violence and bloodshed and anti-ethnic slaughtering... no such thing as brown and brown... it was malayali vs tamil vs bengali vs punjabi vs kashmiri vs sindhi... its romantic to loop us all together... it feels good to be bonded in an illusive unity based on one common enemy... but then you are living on the stage... applause for your performance... upcycle the playbill you are on and write moksha... and tape it on the subway walls...
...i don't know about any of this... i just know a good play when i see one... i appreciate theatre... there are plenty of theatrical-isms in our current day...
...what i do know is that for my type of being - space-air-being... i have to shift spaces... ground deeply in the spaces i shift into... and then shift again... spaces including activities... places where those activities are conducted... the people i am engaging in these activities with... hence the importance of village vs nuclear.. there's a reason people fall "out of love"... many... one major one is that they are around each other all the time... that makes no sense but works for the packaging of babylon culture... it fits well with the house the car the dog... in the ancient ways... there was village... multiple people that you are engaging with... there was Work...
...there is Work... there are people... people you know... you choose.... village or individualism...
...in the village relax into your wings and fly... soar... flow... in the name of ALLAH the Most Compassionate the Most Merciful...
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