...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..
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