tired and birthday

I'm tired as this Mysore wild dog on my left. Too much practice, too much fear of dreaming, up early for practice, too much masala, too much assult of the senses.
Tommorow I will sleep in to 6am and take a day of rest on Jesus's birthday. Happy Birthday Jesus. As Patti Smith said, "Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine."
Yet Jesus was a great yogi and an incarnation of God in my eyes. So 2,000 something years since Christ was born, and 5,000 years ago since the Upanishads were recorded, and yogis practiced in the forest. May I say "Jai Jesus". Victory to Jesus. At kirtan last night we chanted "hallelujah and hare krishna". The words meshed eventually some chanted the former, some the latter. Paths are many, Truth is one. Different rivers to the same ocean. Respect one another's path and be merry. All is one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!