...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...
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