...as you Are... come... as you need... Surrender... the answer is before you... just as yoga is here... ujjayi... you choose to breathe or not... even as we age... even as the wine grows sour...
...there are memories that aren't yours... that extend beyond this body... and you are one of them for me... in my slight of tongue and twist of speech...
...fated for death... we all are... from these bodies... the 20's... 1920's... roaring 20's... when you were twenty and you mom 40 and you in the blanket of parents and guardians and youth... running down a dream... filled with smoke and the scent of whiskey like a perfume in her mouth... you watching her smoke come through your nostrils...
...inventing stories of who you would like if i were ... a man with a .22 tucked in my waist... a load of powder in the ziplock in my back pocket... a journal and nietszche rolled in ups bag... creating movies as i move through you... for a story that will lead you to cheer me on into greater pretend...
...pretend that i know what i'm doing... i have no clue... hence the spiral of words that leave me and you in the sphere of sanitarium...
...the american modern has tailored this strait jacket i wear... that has left me closer to a grave without a clue and pushing my family to an edge that reeks of regret and hurt and disappointment...
...one truth is that whatever you spend time doing... whatever you challenge yourself int... you can and will grow deeper with... that it will progress you... whether it's yoga or writing or foraging or making medicine or getting a car or a house or being handy with repairs...
...put the intention forth... carve the time... do it... take action... stop running in circles... see what happens...
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