...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...
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