I've never been much of a Sting fan, but I have always admired his range of music and his dedication as a wide ranging producer. If you wanna listen to some kickass Jazz, check out Sting here. Super fresh funky smooth:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrPofqZOj88&list=PLNjRYW-OT9mYyM05GXEMDnRF63wmDOsty
Days gaining momentum, tumbling down like boulders seeking out a stream bed to rest in. My doors of perception swing back and forth like a popular saloon back in the days of the Wild West after coming upon a vein of gold deep inside the eARTh after much work. You don't want to give it all away, but you definitely feel like buying everybody a round of adult libations...
I'm that miner. I've sharpened my tools, honed my skills. I wanna dig deeper for that inner gemstone radiating out, giving me clues on this trail I plod through. I dig this challenge. If I fail today, there is always another quest, another day. Completion is so sweet. Necter from the gods/goddesses that dwell, swell, inside me. Addiction is a motherfucker. Nothing like being addicted to honoring thyself...
I follow the trail; this vein looks interesting? Yes. Go forth. Discover what gemstone awaits my awakening. Finding my spirituality here in Mesopotamia is the quest. Forces of nature seem to always have been chaotic here in the Cradle of Civilization. The Shamash (sun god) and Sin (moon god) are always in conflict within myself. I seek, in the dark of the night, solace- the domain of Sin. I know. I know I need this Yin to balance out my Yang nature (Shamash). The dichotomy motivates me. *digging deeper within to locate that evasive turquoise mine. THIS. This is it!
AHA! The turquoise! I follow this blue-green vein, blood pumping. The fluid network running through my being, it needs to remain liquid. Alchemy. This region might persist, outwardly, in petroleum, but I need an element that reaches further back in time- that is more useful for me. Of course bitumin has always existed among the ancients here. In solid form, it was used in the construction of buildings and in waterproofing reed boats, etc.
But I digress. The blue rays of MY gemstone, my turquoise shine through my continually fossilizing framework, detoxifying me. Transmutation. Feeling complete for yet another day here in the time of covid-19...
Back in the external realm, my secret gardenia bushes are in an advanced state of decay. Shamash wins this cycle of nature right now. Two blossoms remain for me to steal its essence from. I inhale their essence so greedily. I wanna be drunk on gardenia. Thus, I am. It lingers all day. When challenged, I retreat back to this olfactory presence. I covet these daily outings. Outside walking Pak City Parkway in the early mornings, I steal away these moments. I cannot help but smile wide. Who can benefit from this energy stirring inside me, rising, bubbling over? Hopefully anyone that comes into my presence can tune into the VIBE. There are now a few others out walking so early. There is this unexplored acknowledgment when we pass each other. It is like this clandestine society. We nod to each other in silent respect.
Yesterday morning one of the groundskeepers saw me making a beeline to my secret gardenia bushes. He was spraying something (who knows what in these times, pesticides, sanitizers?). As I looked up from underneath my protection shield (my trusty Yosemite trucker cap and Maui Jim sunnies), I could tell he was waiting until I completed my task; he knew that I was going right up to those gardenias to take my elixir! Afterwards, I continued on my journey. Not wanting to end the connection there, I locked eyes with him, turned back and pointed to the gardenias and gave him a big smile that resonated from deep within. It just gaped out of me. We both laughed. That was it. I felt a part of the community and we experienced this thing together.
So yea, constant upkeep in these times of covid-19.
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