August 23, 2011


Shades of pink, orange, green, blue...suddenly a dark grey....followed closely by DNA-like strands floating around loosely. Left and right, up and down and then in no particular order. Images of people, places, instances. Thoughts of food, clothes, shoes, the gym...a far-away tweet of some bird, the radio playing somewhere. The sound of breathing...the only constant...

And then, back to reality...Shavaasana is finished...and I've brought my awareness back to myself.

The uncontrollable mind has to wait for a few more days before it can go off on yet another psychedelic journey...

August 3, 2011

The eyes of a child

I see the clock ticking away and you see the snail crawling slowly
I see a traffic jam and you see a big crane blocking the road
I see a mess in the room and you see the new toys underneath it
I see sand on the bathroom floor and you see the water that can wash it away
I see an old phone and you see a new toy
I see grey skies and you see beautiful rain clouds
I see a hot day and you see the bright sun
I see dirty shoes and you see the next muddy puddle
I see chores and you see an adventure

I see you in all your innocence...and I wonder what you see of me...