Archive | March, 2009

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2 Mar

my long, lost friend. i love you.

i love the dripping off the elbows
in a stream of sweet release.

i love how i wipe you off and push you away
and you forgive me, staying with me anyway
as if your source were infinite.

i love that you aren’t afraid to go deep –
root out all of my shit and expel it
with the joy of a job well done.

i love how friendly you are with gravity.
earthy and clingy.
forming beautiful lakes, streams and pools
on my Manduka.

i love how you dissipate, evaporate and condensate.
making the air thick for the sound of aum,
clinging and sticking long after the flow has stopped.
like a reminder of all that is good.

drip on my friend. drip on.