...some languages are High Frequency... 3.31.21...

 

...namaha... namaha... namaha...

...linguistics will reveal the sanctity of some ancient languages... i could only speak for what i am familiar with... what stems from the descendants of my family's culture... sanskrit and arabic...

...the coding of sanskrit and arabic are as such that each letter signifies a frequency that Connects you into one the sattvic realms of being... each letter like the 99 names of ALLAH detox and replenish your body from the immense toxicity of ego, narcissism, individualism, selfishness... it is the reason why the prophet muhammad (s.a.w) said it is good to pray alone, better to pray in community... good to eat alone... better to eat in community.. it is the reason why kirtans are a group experience, in which our shared singing our lungs out incanting hanuman ganesha krsna... Connect us with the attributes of these deities... all of which are only parts of a whole... of the 1ness (ALLAH)...

...in the recitation of these mantras... in the languages of the holy... we experience deep spiritual revival, sometimes awakening... our eyes sweat... releasing the past of embracing maya... of now seeing the truth... and of course going through this as a shared experience... it is after all in community that we are whole... 

...in the name of ALLAH.... 

....hari ram ram ram sita ram ram ram...  

...regret can be the trumpet for action... 3.30.21...

 ...mortality beats like the drums of a dhol in the face of illness... a cold, flu... is enough to humble us... even if a little... remind us that we are not immortal... and if the migraine is bad enough... to even seek salvation... in an age when god is dead... as friedrich nietzsche predicted at the end of the 19th century... noting the moral decay of society - decadence - men turning to art and sensual desire to replace religion... except in these moments of illness...

...what do you do when you are sick?... rest... hydrate... watch movies... read... fast...????? ... 

...i am humbled.... i begin to face regrets... things that i haven't gotten to... that i have utterly failed at... people i've lied to disappointed hurt... children i never had... the grandchildren my parents never got to love that didn't get to love and cherish them in the way they deserved... 

...i am in a space of regret knowing that my selfishness trumped my service... my selfishness overshadowed generosity... in some ways... if i can get past the wallow... it is a call to action... to do it different... to be of the path of prophets messengers those in Surrender... mother teresa... gandhi... swami vivekananda... hafiz... harriet tubman... geronimo... chief seattle...  malcolm x... ernesto che guevera... fidel castro... my mom... my dad... my brothers... my grandfathers...

...i am reminded to walk this path of detaching from amterial and doing with no sense of scarcity of failing.... as ALLAH is Infinite... there are no limits to the number of yoga asanas possible... ALLAH is Infinite... 

...learn from those who Know... 3.29.21...

 ...Om namo na rayanaya... 

...begin with the universal vibration of Om... the sound that becomes flesh as john espouses in the book of john in the new testament... that yogis will tell you is at the heart of the siddhis... from transporting the body to multiple places at once to levitation... 

...there are secrets of Being that science works to uncover through the modern methodology of clinical studies... herbalists and alternative health pracitioners in the western world will tell you that an herbs is good for this and that... and that clinical studies isn't all there is... and yet you often find them saying that they should only go with somehtign if there doctor says its okay... or referring to clinical studies... 

...there is only You... to Know herbs is to have a relationship with the ecosystem of that herb - the herbs around it... the plat life including trees... the animals drawn to it... and the cultures that platn life has spent most time around... if you have access to people from these cultures than please seek them out... they will be your best teachers as they will know the herbs of their region in a way no one else will...

...this is the way to learn... to go with curiosity... to go into a rabbit hole... to have the soul purpose of your Work be to serve... to use the feedback you get from the serving... 

...quacking with the geese... 3.28.21...

 

...traffic jam... into the cities... fled like a lottery winner... left it all... to hide in a suburb... behind front lawns without pedestrian walkways... making roads in backyards that i crawl through... sinking into mud and geese droppings as i exchange thoughts with the pack of 9 or more geese... at first i'd apologize about the down coats i'd worn... how i used to think it was the coolest thing... somehow they listen without fly-kicking their tripeds on me...  instead they cock their heads like i was an escaped loon... and instead of judging this they seem to feel a solidarity with me about this... to the point that they turn from their post at the pond back yonder and say whats up... i tell them... it's a full moon today... no wonder they say... not about themselves but about me... i look like i rolled down a hill of mud... its the stains from the 252 north and 202 south... highways will do that... cake you in the horror of time passing... i'd rather the mud... so would they...

...lately there've been no weddings to crash... been slamming into cafes that serve matcha and will let me sit inside... thank god i say... when there are a few of these in the 100 mile radius i'v been traveling to be infected with knowing there are other humans congregating... that maybe not everyone doesn't believe in this... that not balancing in the hype doesn't make you a trump supporter... although my red trucker hat could be confusing for some... befuddled the contrast with my cinnamon complexion... and when  wonder if i might be carrying residuals of my interactions w mr geese i realize its the signage they're reading - cornell dining.... i guess i carry ithaca like a unicorn... my personal mecca...

...as the planes passed by i sped to catch up... my 05 prius going into shakes threatened to combust and shoot me into a hybrid heaven... so i drank cup after cup of coffee and smoked... chains like d.n.a... like i was making another person... like i had any say in any of this... 

...blessed full moon... 

 

...your tales are your genome... 3.27.21...

 ....drums... from the forest... past it... by the water... a song from the river... a telling.. .tales a tradition... a moral... a way to keep remembrance of how to walk the earth and scopp the waer... how to harvest ruit and talk to the tortoise... a telling... tales... 

...stories engender responsibility are a discourse with our ancestors a union that keeps us in a line of sanctimony of a continuum of being more than these bodies but embodying our grand and great grands... nore than the genetic code... the spiritual genome we embody ... 

...to wear this is to shed the clothes of babylon... the uniform that has given you status and constructed a false am... it is to slip into the else that mahmoud darwish speaks of... is to die as rumi tells us... it is to grow so deep in the Quiet that the am and the Am unite as the prophet conveyed...

...for this meditation... deep mediation is essential... 

...in the name of ALLAH... 

...clean...clear... sanctify space... 3.26.21...

 

...jummah mubarak... before praying... before sitting in your space of sanctimony... before bowing your head to the Great Mystery that you are in the process of returning to... wash... clean... clear your space... anoint yourself with perfumes like you are anticipating the greatest Love of your life... adorn yourself in clothes that are honoring of your holy sanctimony... 

...this is the process conveyed by the prophet muhammad in how to approach your Maker... does it make sense?... it seems like when it is done by people outside of islam... like intermittent fasting taken from ramadhan... it is seen as amazing... beautiful... powerful... 

...embrace your path... deeply... in communion... learn to be in communion... learn to listen... to be in Quiet... to give... to be of service... how much of your day was spent in service... in giving?... even during this shut down my mom was cooking for others... sending food to friends... shopping for her family and friends... taking time to attend to the dead and dying... to listen to her friends in struggle... 

...during this day of rejuvenation... of coming at the conclusion of the week... of shabat... the day of rest... pause breathe and give thanks... then consider how the areas in your life that are not in service can be in service... 

...attract with Your Work... 3.25.21...

 

...in the name of ALLAH... the Most Compassionate... the Most Merciful... 

...whose name do you utter?... what frequency does it hold when you say it?... whose name stirs your anger? desire? jealousy?...

...the names of ALLAH are beyond human form... are an essence of existence... are soluble to the existential quagmires in so much as they situate us beyond the encapsulated forms we exist in... 

...and yet there is prison and loved ones departing and the loom of bills of isolation and being social-less... the daunt of age and aging... all of it is felt... where?... where do you feel it?...

...we mostly feel things alone... in our heads... it is in our aloneness that we suffer... it is reinforced by the aloneness values of others in this culture of isolation... they see you and see someone who is aging... or is  devout in your spirituality... or speak languages that are other than the norm of standard or cool... and you become a pariah... in their eyes... in their own isolation... and they make you feel isolated... alone... as they want  little to do with you... no invitations to the dinner...

...hence the prophet of islam tells us that "Work is worship" ... it is your Work that will save you keep you alive thriving in a state of High... it is where others will Connect with You... meet you... as Work supersedes form... if it is Work it is not about us... 

...consider your Work... in place of looking for acceptance... in seeking acceptance from others you are bound to be disappointed... unless it is within the circle of Light... of those who are also immersed in the Work... this is who you want to meet...

...Connect with a Guru... 3.24.21...

 

...the style of yoga i practice is unbeknownst to me... it's me... a hodgepodge... a wrinkle in time... a splatter of paint that reflects the fragmented ball of glass shard that the impacts of migration and community-less-ness can construct... 

...no guru other than the Guru... although i've accepted my mom as my guru... recognizing through life experience that Realness is in selfless action... in those who live Truth instead of intellectualizing it... those Connected to ancient Ways with contiguity... 

...gurus are essential... the modern frequency keeps everyone in a state of iblis... of the refusal to bow... i namaste several times a day... my head in Surrender... and yoga will teach you to do this to one another... to keep it humble... only in humility can you receive a guru and grow from the teachings...

...i do love intellecturals... those who do wit their thoughts... chris hedges... noam chomsky... cornell west... arundhati roy... 

...i love writers in how they push our boundaries... require us to reimagine what any of this means...

...i love You... even if it doesn't always seem that way... 

...real world... 3.23.21...

 

...strum... your life... before a tree... an aspen... a black locust... in the city... outside your buidling... sing ancient anthems of qawaalli... even as hummers and suv's blare f this and that and bitch this and bitch that... and those marked with the fitted of oppressed bounce their heads... someone shot on the corner for looking at the wrong person for too long... the pandemic of violence gets lost in the neoliberal cable of policing... they are one realm of the wrong... there are layers... violence... history... entitlement...

...i ran into a friend duo out in olney... in philly... looking at a house... the house was beautiful... the houses in this neighborhood were all majestic... don't be fooled one of the women said... there are shootouts here daily.... my house got broken into 3 times... really? i asked... but this neighborhood is predominantly mansions... why would anyone living in a mansion want  to shoot up other people...?... i thought... i asked... well... why?... entitlement, both women said... they think somebody owes them something... wants everything handed to them... don't want to put in the work... and then have the nerve to complain... both women took turns speaking... funny i thought... bring people in from the academic activist world and they'd thing it was a huddle of white supremacists trump supporters... but ask people who live in the neighborhood... have to live with the terror that gest romanticized and rationalized in the liberal media... and you get a different story...

...the disconnect... 

...Connect... with Love... which is fearless... by being Love... 

...drop your uniform... 3.22.21...

 ...in the event that you are unaware of it... in the event that you feel opposite of what i'm about to say... you Are beautiful... You cannot not Be... it is in the nature of who You Are... 

...when self merges with Self.. when the stream re-emerges with the river re-emerging with the ocean... your one drop is Realized... the laws of babylon's one drop rules dissipate... 1/16th genomics becomes clear... apparent... a measurement of self worth within the babylon paradigm... i Am 100% not this body... and not even this mind that whispers from the whisperer revealed in surah 114... al Nas... 

...the Qur'an is written in 114 degrees... 114 surahs... each degree increases the resting potential into an action potential until there is transformation... 113-114 degrees is the temperature at which cells begin to mutate... to transform... the 114 serves as our metamorphosis... our meaning all of us... pagan and wiccan... jewish and christian... hindu and buddhist... jain and sikh... yoruba and pantheist... indigenous and un-named... ALLAH is al Ikram... the Essence... 

...at the Essence of you and i is the same cloth... the one we wear is to allow us to Seek... to go past it... past this... to Know... when we get stuck on the cloth and the history of the cloth we get stuck in reinforcing the viscious cycle that gautama buddha and krsna speak of as this maya... this false reality...

...the more adherence... gravity... emotion we place on this maya... the more real it becomes... and in turn it minutes the Real... diminishes it into a flicker... but the flicker is Essence... so go there... now... Quietly... and kindle the fire that is where you and i meet... 

...celebrity your mother... 3.21.21...

 ...in the name of the ALL... the Essence... AL Ikram...

...widning up slowly... waves through my skies... a screen of memories where i see us... immigrant kids... immigrant parents... aliens from outer space... in outfits whispered in ripley's believe or not... saris and kurtas... bindhis and henna... you wore all of our culture from the red on the split of your head to the gold sitting on your nose ears and hovering over the mccaw colored sari... holi... in ramadhan nights we ate air and you took us through the place where djinn and humans ate... where men traveled on the backs of fish...

...take me... 

...goto that place sometimes... these days... during 3 hour drives between the past and strips of redundancy... between flickers of hope blown by it's okay... it's okay if it doesn't work... it won't work out... it's okay... 

...and when i'm buried in urban sprawl and suburban redundancy... in random texts shooting hollow's... i bow down to Your Guidance... look to You... as You appear in her... in her movement and speech... humor and meals... and i turn away from you... i cancel our appointment for dinner... for a walk in the park... cause i'd rather sit besides You in the kitchen... 

...celebrity the forest... 3.20.21...

...in the name of the One-ness... the Most Compassionate... the Most Merciful...

...i bear witness... do you... what do you bear witness to?... i used to bear witness to the lyrics i repeated... especially when i was upset... felt alienated... depressed... destitute... ecstatic... the poets of babylon are addicted to senses and the reward is publishing... is bragging rights... you get more points for running over an elder and stealing an 18 wheeler than driving your own car in grand theft auto...

...our senses have been taken hostage... highway robbery... a grand theft that we serve out the sentence for... after all it was was you and me who made idols out of the ports of rock rap country pop that long for more women more all night longs more when i get that feeling... more oh what a feeling... more sneakers... more drugs... more bodies... more guns... more f u's...  more... f the worlds... we - you and i celebrated this... made these soothe-sayers into deities into celebrities that we hung up on our bedroom walls, ironed on to our tees... 

...let go and let... Be.. and prostrate to the sun moon stars planets... rocks mountains lizards deer rivers water to asian african latin european... to djinn and water and air life... to the ALL that is the ikram - at the Essence is the Essence of ALL...

...how?... breath closed eyes... Connection... Alignment... release... exhale... nod... laugh... open... walk into fear discomfort... Love... 

...3.18.21... hypo...

 

...in the name of ALLAH... there is possibility... the margins are blurred... the answer is unclear... nebulous... things slow down... belly broadens into your heart... cholesterol lurking like guys on the corner... 

...stepped to them... with dreams... watched them watch me as they let go of false idols that misled them into living for lust of women cars gold mansions... watched how they grew into translusence... 

...tsh tests for the relay of pituitary signals to produce t4 in your thyroid glands... t4 gets converted to t3 which is responsible for the great majority of metabolism that occurs in your body... the tsh test does not test for t3 circulating in your body... thus many people maybe misdiagnosed for being fat, depressed, having high cholesterol, but the underlining issue gets overlooked by the tsh test... 

...hypothyroidism is common for aging woman, but also common for people in the modern world suffering from adrenal fatigue... this impacts the hypothalmic pituitary adrenal axis... the fight or flight... stress... 

...it's colonialism... your body being colonized by the screen... by the expectations placed by magazines and t.v... to align with beauty standards that are only possible through material... exercise can be a material as can be knowledge... hence spiritual discipline as the only cure...

...if you are slowing down... test your t3's... how?... grow Quiet... notice the metabolic functions in your body.... your body will tell you...  

...give and receive more than take and control... 3.16.21...

 

...in the name of ALLAH... the Most Compassionate... the Most Merciful... many people i know live this... i write it... and for me my writing is more of a reminder... a dhikr... a repetition to keep my mind wet with ALLAH... an aspiration... but there are many who live and walk this path... Quiet... giving... generous... spends more than takes... gives whatever they have of themselves... money... service... etc... without expectation... with Love... i write this as a reminder... to keep my mind and body corrected aligned... to that which is Real...

...everyday.... the minutes pass and some with it... some go with the minutes... some are still here... some weren't here the last time i wrote... it is they Mystery of life... and for whatever reason you and i are still here... all praise is due... that means there is Work to do... Work we have to fulfill... lets get to it...

...inshALLAH... 

...release the i and embrace the else... 3.12.21...

 

...here... and always... Always... got kicked in... ribs and nose bin inside my chest... inside an asana before i knew yoga... i Knew... You Always Knew...

...yoga is a poem... a string of pearls... each pearl a globe... planets... each a world unto itself... every asana is... none of them are poses... a pose connotes an appearance... an applause..... audience...

...yoga is the restraining of the mind stuff (chittas)... patanjali tells us... these chittas that start as ripples become circular motions... repeated thoughts... memories (vrittis)... creating an illusion of self... mahmoud darwish tells us to put aside the i to become the else... the constructed i stands in the way of the I... 

...samskaras... beliefs like lines on cement... like harry loves sally in a heart with the year '89... on a sidewalk block... below the resinous gum and leaves...

...poetry will save you... hence scripture... hence the admonishment to be aware of poets... that which has that much power can be deadly... can strangle you... poets are people... people are capable of good... and evil... we all are... who will you listen to?... in babylon you choose... all of it is a choice... you can comment and i may choose to listen to you or not... your mom may ask you to wear something else and you may choose to or not... and additionally to tell her to stop trying to control you and leave you alone and you are a grown up... it's true and the culture  of community is true... rooted in the forests... networks of trees keeping dialogue a constant through the mycelium... symbiotic... 

...i prescribe surah 114... the last degree... at which the transformation of the cell begins to occur.. 

...traveler with a grave... 3.12.21...

 ...ran... through the roads... route 66... arizona... rooted in ginger beer and coffee... in sage... brushes with the law... as we ran... wheels... our dodge ram rolling like a fearless aries... up hills and valleys of the canyons... of the dessert... fried in the mohave... laid on the clay of the valley of fire... walking through the ocean floor and reacquainting with ancestry... the boundary where my feet sank into clay hills and where the bodies of past held me... sunk me... reminded me of destiny...

...walk like a traveler with your grave besides you... the prophet muhammad (s.a.w) said...  excitement in the travel... awe... and a reminder from seeing the pale of the body i used to wear in the coffin besides me that i am here to do something... to listen, to share, to give, to balance... to be a warrior... to humble... as the lights and glitter... the praise and accolades can be confusing... can lead you into pride... 

...age/ing will humble you... if you are worshipping the 27 club... cobain, morrison, hendrix, winehouse.... you may be falling into the youth trap.. .the idolizing of imagery... of making a stature out of a body that is antihetical to statue to stiff... to still... 

...grew into a volcanic rock on my drive from philly... as i fanned through nj strip malls... one after antoehr... the choice of roads lies between the vapid wasteland of highways or the bombardment of stuff being osld - cars, dealerships, panera, hotels, gas... i got the internet yesterday... that the reasons for surveillance capitalism isn't technology... the precursors laid in the greed and material consumption we as a world have embraced... 

...hari hari... chant with me... hari krsna... krsna krsna... guru guru... 

...before this... 3.11.21...

 

...strum a day into a chord of memories along bleeker and lafayette... sitting on a stoop around the bend to smoke our past into a fall that years later i'd see in ithaca falls... pouring myself into a video for public display a performance in spiritual  narcissism... and yet i made it through the wilderness of rats with suits and without... ties and blazers... basketball sneakers and down coats...

... down... 

...got down to reach my head up... feet walking the sky... a beautiful doing embodying gurus like a string of pearls for millenia... 

...ancient earth before an ancient india or egypt... stars before people... surya namaskar will tell you this... will show you the life it gave your great great grannies... this sun... and yet no chest beating... no it started in india... we did it first... no theys... no you are appropriating my culture... 

...if Spirit calls then it happens... 

...what a beautiful story... the one on Creation before thrones and buildings... before real estate and competition... when we weren't neighbors but tribe... sharing home by staring at the stars... 

...even through the city skyline... the 8 million lights... we look up... you and i... and see... do you think we are soul mates? you asked... that we knew each other before this?... before this lifetime?... yeah... yeah i do... 

...trees... 3.10.21...

...fell into a sleep;.. in the ocean... below childhood... crawled to the clouds... floated into a spaceship... earth... worked through the kinks of control... gave conceit for the wise sitting in subway cars... behind foreign language newspapers - bengal, swahili, spanish, lithunanian, arabic... 

...asked for Guidance... crying out for an answer please... cause none of this makes sense... decided to get fired... to let the termination notice pile on top of the unchecked pile of bulls, tickets, collection notices...

...haunted by a past of circles... running with guys from mirror to mirror... from one magazine to another... wanting nothing more than to be a footnote in metal magazine or source or details... 

...struck poses for as long as youth would allow and when i was left on the boardwalk of the aging... of 30 somethings attempting to reconstruct the laws on time... the space of haunt consumed me... voices from the dying... from the echoes along my neck... that yelled into my spine got stuck in my lower back and left me limping...

...hence the forest... the Surrender to trees... bow down and bury my head in the mud... in the name of ALLAH... 

...there are 9 months in one year... 3.9.21...

 

...greetings... bless you and your parents and their parents and their parents and their parents... regardless of whether you have parents anymore or nor... whether you were/are an orphan... whetehr you had a hostile/abusive relationship with your parents... bless them and you and their parents... we are more than our evil.... we are also good... all of us have this capacity for both... whichever of the dichotomy you feed will be what grows as is told in the native tale of the two wolves... 

...in the name of ALLAH... i bear witness that there is no one but One... do you?... doesn't require faith to do so... doesn't require me telling you of someone who was born as the son of god and came here to absolve our sins... that is beautiful and possibly true... i don't know... but it requires a good deal of belief... taking shahadah in islam is bearing witness to One-ness... empirical... an observation... and if i left out the terms "islam" and "ALLAH" you would call it science... brilliant... of course, you may say... it makes sense... but as soon as you hear the arabic terms... news reports and steady stream of demonization rings off alarms in your head... of course... Truth is the first casualty of war... and islam is 25 to life...

...the Realization today is that there actually 9 months in the year... ask your mom... ask any mother...

...it's observable... the sun of god dies around the 21st of december... is in a space of "stice" - stasis - non-movement for 3 days... and then is resurrected... 

...but how does this equate to 9 months?... the 3 days of stasis is the hidden code for 3 months... between december 21st and march 21st... hence march being celebrated as the new year in most ancient-wisdom cultures... whether that be in bangladesh and india... with poyla boshik... or holi... or now-ruhz in iran afghansitan, turkemenistan, kyrghystan... or in the ancient practices of khemet... where ashar took rise... or the ancient germanic traditions celebrating astar.. .the fertiltiy goddess... 

...but then what about capricorn, pisces, aquarius...?... these are hidden months... inward... a period of esotericism... just some thoughts... ALLAH Knows best... 

...share... 3.8.21...

 ...breathe into Essence... into Knowing... this is brief... You Are Always...

...give myself a note of termination... this is over... between us there are no more secrets... between us you have been cars planes trains... boulders of defunct subways tossed in to a beach along the plastic moon...

...so i let go of you... swim into the sun... burn... become light in my flames...

...the grave lies besides me... i stare often and nod... all this time... in this Gift... and what?... who benefited...?... 

...that's the question... again and again... 

...often it's been who has suffered due to my selfishness...?.. due to my prioritizing my asana practice over engaging you in joining me... in being together... there is no one to compete with... no one to show off to... 

...if all of art... all of beauty is a dedication to You... then go deeper through releasing the ego... the pose... the imagery and cheer... let go of the applause so that someone can have their health back...

...in the name of ALLAH... 

...Create Beauty from utmost Surrender... 3.6.21...

 ...there is music in this walk... there are others who may walk like You... who You may walk like... if they Walk the Path... then bow down and humble yourself... give thanks and praise that you're replicating Greatness and they are reflecting that in you...

...there may be people who walk and move like you but are not You... they move from the idols of this world... seeking like the aspirants of the tower of babel in genesis... to overthrow the Ruler... except the One is everywhere... the air that blew our descendants to a thousand geographic locations... developing tongues that are foreign to one another... 

...move from Self... from Essence... Knowing... and this Knowing is Quiet... without footprints... nothing to show off other than the Beauty of the One-ness... whether that's through your drawings or cooking or writing... or asana... let it be a representation of the Essence... of what is possible through utmost Surrender... through utmost humility... draw the focus back to the One... not you... but You...

...inshALLAH... 

...be fertile for... 3.5.21...

 

...in the name of ALLAH... astar is before us... astar... known as easter or transferred to easter during the christian church-ization of the ancient germanic tradition honoring the fertility god astar...

...the egg is immensely symbolic... profound in its representation of birth... of entering a period of birthing... of giving rise... the seed...

...the seed requires us at once to plant... to be deliberate in what we sow so we repeat accordingly but also that we give up... destroy... as in order for a seed t sprout it has to destroy itself... 

...what will you destroy... what do you want o give birth to?...

...in the natural world it is winter that is the greatest time for intimacy of planting the physical seed of birthing... and the spring is the time of planting the seed for food... for what we will eat... what do you want to eat...?... remember that chips and cakes don't exactly grow... they are processed... what do  you want to grow and perhaps then combine and consume?... why?...

...for me the why is the beginning... i want to grow deeper in my ascent in the yogic path... i want to grow in my asana practice - both in strength and flexibility as we flow through series ii iii and iv in the ashtanga series... but i also want to grow deeper in my karma and bhakti... to be a selfless servant... to grow deeper in my devotion to my family... and tribe... to build on and grow this by deepening the bonds i have... being more accoutnable... being more present... showing up... sharing and offering my Gifts... doing something with it... as my Guru mother always reminds me... to do something with the gifts i have received... 

...in the name of ALLAH... 

...turn the internet off... 3.4.21...

 

..."we find out who we are by the works we produce", said steven pressfield to rich roll in an interview in which pressfield spoke of the importance of not giving into our resistance... and instead resisting our resistance through a discipline in our craft... whether that be writing or yoga... cooking or medicine making... setting aside dedicated uninterrupted time free of distractions...

...of course we are in the age of distraction he says... the conundrum of the age... our resistance to focus are the distractions he says... it's a different way to look at resistance than in resistance training... where you embrace resistance... where your muscles resisting the weights that are collapsing onto your body in a bench press is essential to not be crushed and in the process growing... here is the inverse... your mind resisting the urge to look at your phone... to see if anyone responded to your date app... or liked the post you posted on i.g... resist that and embrace the focus... the work.. the writing... letting yourself be crushed by it... letting the music you play engulf you... take over... so that is no longer your hand that plays...

...and this is the difference between writing a short form like this for 15mins to writing for an hour to writing for 3-4...

...there are some poses that only become possible after an hour of asana practice... at least... and then other poses become available... to stop after an hour would mean starting all over again if you pick it up again 3-4 hours after... after-all you built heat... kindled fire... built limberness... and then you take a pause... when you start again you will have to start again... work your way back up... hence a 2-3 hour practice can accomplish things that a fragmented practice doesn't avail... 

...embrace the Work... turn off your phone... turn off your internet... Work... start with a little something... a short paragraph... work your way to a page... then three...  then let go... and Listen to what is coming out through You...

...build tribe with those who live tribe... 3.2.21...

 

...count on ALLAH... and those who walk this path of Divinity within a space of community,,, 

...most in the babylon culture... however spiritual their words and hair and clothes and intonations and diet... will remind you through their actions that they are unreliable... to not count on them... to hold no expectations... that they shouldn't be held to their word... that if they said something and don't follow through... that's just what it is...

...those from ancient-wisdom cultures have taught me the opposite... you can count on me... rely one me... depend on me... i will be there for you... show up for you... not in a unilateral fashion... but in the sense that we are in this together... that i am because we are... i grew up in a family that lives this... and yet the new age and non-new age spiritual world of white and black and brown and yellow have taught me the opposite... have taught me to do me... that we'll hang when we hang... but the words sound different.. .they seem endearing... anticipatory.. .but don't hold anyone to being accountable... 

...i have suffered from this malaise as well having been breast fed by the ancient ways and babylon ways... having this tug... and i realize that it's me that has to show up that has to be gold to Love all but keep little faith in the words of persons who have revealed their count on me to not count on me deeds... to Love them but without accoutnabilty... without tribe... 

...show up for those who have shown up for you... show up for those that you want to build meaningful relations with... put in the Work... keep showing up... even if others don't... but filter... in the name of that which is Real... 

...be your Self... 3.2.21...

 

...if i were clever... mor pragmatic... more aware of the importance of sharing art... that this is an art... i would figure out a way to share this blog... i'm not even sure how many posts i've written or who is reading... who isn't... why not... if this does anything for anybody... i would figure out a way to publicizie it... but for many reasons i stay hidden...

...one is that this blog is essentially a reflection... a journal entry... a stream of conscience... it is unfiltered for the most part... i am not hiding behind ads and norms of babylon professionalism... of what is fashionable to resist and not fashionable... at the moment saying we stand with black lives matter is fashionable... the nfl.. the same nfl that demonized the knee is coming out with statements about this... it is unfashionable and can possibly cost you your job/livlihood/etc to say you stand with palestine and the palestinian people who have been under the worst forms of apartheid since the fabrication of israel in 1948... as per the comment of the south african pastor  who survived the brutality of apartheid there - desmond tutu... 

...it's liberating to be in a space of Truth... to be held to a Higher ground and not a political ground... i don't about physically altering one's body... is it okay to say?... it might no longer be... but i don't know... i'm a student of nature... i look at how the natural world operates and try to align by aligning with peoples who have lived this way in traditional wisdom cultures... it is fashionable to be of indigenous and pick and choose customs but not be from the tribe and religion that encompassed that indigenous culture... 

...are you being yourSelf...?... of course the duality in this... in babylon is rebel without a pause... to be a rebel to be an individual... that's not being yourSelf... that's being selfish... individualistic... narcissistic... being your Self means to Connect and Align with Truth to take steps towards this... to do this in a space of community... to be held accountable and supple enough to change if you are wring vs the f it... f the world... 

...in babylon everything is a commodity... the profane of the sacred... Connect and get charged... 

...the age of humility... 3.1.21...

 

...march 1st 2021... it is the beginning of the age of deeper humility... when we come together through releasing our separateness... when we look past the theatre presented by the false self in others... in ourselves... that these come from a place... 

...aesthetics in my ancient culture as embodied by my parents has to do with connection... with deeper connecion between people and within the Law... it is part homage to the Divine... dressing modestly... where colors and fabrics appropriate for the season of life you are in... for instance a women in her late 70's is likely to wear white saris whereas one in her 20's may wear yellow ones... 

...learning from what i learned to forget through the education system... all praise is due for the teachers... who tried... who had radiant hearts... who were perhaps trying to sustain themselves... an understandable factor as well... an ideal state we are being taught by people who know us know our families live with us... within our village... we are being treated by medicine people who know our parents and siblings and kids and aunties and uncles and grandparents... they know the foods we eat and how we bury our dead... 

...sigh... a lament... and yet... this age of humility offers us this... it allows us to shift beyond the viral approach to education/health - product... which is - replicating yourself as much as possible... getting other people to replicate you... interesting how we are seeking to zap this virus with a vaccine but our very socio-economic system is a viral approach... find a host to replicate in... i'll pass brother...

...i'm in a state of gratitude for this opportunity to share these findings as revaled through Quietness... in the name of ALLAH...