Humility: Shavasana Part II

Again in shavasana I saw a pale blue light called “ego” slip out of my third eye.  At the same time humility and grace floated into my heart.  I hope they’ll stay for more than 5 minutes

Safety her name

I crawled and scratched my way towards safety but safety she came too late.  Spit and snot and tears covered my heart which lay splayed on the floor along with things pulled from table tops and bedsides and papers having flown from their ordely places.  Bruised and beaten I begged to be taken from the silence broken only by my sobs and screams and the sounds of things falling.  She came to late and she could not help me. Human help is unequipped, and  If safety comes too late and God won’t pick me up off the floor and break the silence then I prepare to face the past and present and constant change is a joke the universe plays on my fragile mind.

Would you notice?

I’m dying… I won’t tell you I’m dying.  I will present to you my prettiest face,  demonstrate my strongest character; and you won’t notice that I’m dying.  You’ll hand me platitudes outlining my grief and I’ll nod and acquiesce to your theory.  But you won’t notice that even in your presence I feel alone…like I’m dying.  And I’ll hold myself up until I get home.  And I’ll walk through the house searching for something, anything to hold my attention and bring me pleasure.  But the dishes are done, the clothes are folded and the bed is made.   And so I write and light a cigarette and slide down the wall until I’m hugging my knees and the tears begin and I find myself thinking… “I’m dying”  But you won’t notice, and I can’t tell you.

La Soledad

Intelligentsia

intelligentsia n.pl (formerly -gent’) [[ Russ intelligentsiya < L intelligentia: see INTELLIGENCE]]  [also with sing. v] the people reguarded as, or regarding themselves as, the educated and enlightended class; intellectuals collectively (sp. gente que pega el ceso)

The last house part II

Ok, the lights are on and there’s a party going on!  The guests are laughing and dancing wildly.  The music is up and soul’s dressed in their earthly wares are conversing in perfect harmony.  Hosted by truth and divinity, the food of life is being served in abundance.  Breath, which gives life, reigns as the supreme energy.  Oh, Mr. Potato Head and Winnie the Pooh are headlining while feasting on bright, red, juicy cherries in between sets.  We are all wearing toe rings!

Absolutely nothing important

Se fue hoy dia mi mejor amigo a Peru pa vivir un ano.  El no tiene ganas de trabajar y va a escondirse en SA.  Por mi parte siento entumecido. Aun que yo assitio a las reuinones, toco la violin y hago my yoga, hay tanto tiempo entre las actividades que me gusten. Asi que estoy atendiendo las escuela pa mejorar mi espanol.  Pense que es mejor que yo ponga subjuntivos pa practicar.  En realidad yo estoy pasando tiempo esperando la hora de salir.  This blog says absolutely nothing important.