(no subject)
today I walked from verdun to mile end in the snow storm. It was great.
I had decided to walk until I had regained my hara.
I found myself at a sufi gathering with whirling dervishes and just enough food.
spent teh ceremony in the ladies section of the space.
It was pretty meditative there, as waves of kriya washed out from the spinning tops in the centre.
then they fed us.
the children shot me dead. I said: ok, I'm dead, now how are you going to play with me?" he had no answer.
I was approached by a man with clear clear eyes, who made me into a measuring stick for the group's happiness. He asked me if they had behaved. I decided that if everyone was heppy, then we must have. that's when he made me the measuring stick.
upon arriving home, I open the door to a loud cry of "play with me" directed by my roomate to her man.
they are arguing over monopoly or clue.
"clue for two people?"
not even having registered that I am also present.
a few minutes later a crack in olivia's new instrument has importance written al over it in tired waves of washing sinking.
and the living room is completely rearranged too.
and olivia has a red red face, from the sortilege.
and the instrument has a crack in it.
and the kitten is playing with me, because my heart is as light as a peacock feather.
and the gates are gonna crack right open.
yunno, that levee song, that that guy sung wunce, well he had it wrong.
when the levee breaks, we's all cummin home.
in gusts of white.
and endless roads
all praise.
la illaha illah allah.la illaha illah allah. la illaha illah allah. la illaha illah allah.
goodnight
I had decided to walk until I had regained my hara.
I found myself at a sufi gathering with whirling dervishes and just enough food.
spent teh ceremony in the ladies section of the space.
It was pretty meditative there, as waves of kriya washed out from the spinning tops in the centre.
then they fed us.
the children shot me dead. I said: ok, I'm dead, now how are you going to play with me?" he had no answer.
I was approached by a man with clear clear eyes, who made me into a measuring stick for the group's happiness. He asked me if they had behaved. I decided that if everyone was heppy, then we must have. that's when he made me the measuring stick.
upon arriving home, I open the door to a loud cry of "play with me" directed by my roomate to her man.
they are arguing over monopoly or clue.
"clue for two people?"
not even having registered that I am also present.
a few minutes later a crack in olivia's new instrument has importance written al over it in tired waves of washing sinking.
and the living room is completely rearranged too.
and olivia has a red red face, from the sortilege.
and the instrument has a crack in it.
and the kitten is playing with me, because my heart is as light as a peacock feather.
and the gates are gonna crack right open.
yunno, that levee song, that that guy sung wunce, well he had it wrong.
when the levee breaks, we's all cummin home.
in gusts of white.
and endless roads
all praise.
la illaha illah allah.la illaha illah allah. la illaha illah allah. la illaha illah allah.
goodnight