Here I sit

I made a vow to focus today only on practice, no computer, no discman, no distractions. I failed joyfully.

Here I sit

On a Kerela beach, al that remains Is the red sun that just vanished under Indian sky

Just the sounds of waves from the Arabian Sea, crashing against the rocks that guard

Against tsuanami disaster

My yogi friend from Paris plays his saxophone joyfully

The black sand beach scattered with sticks, rocks, garbage, and fecal land mines

Is the ground that my tevas step over

The local Kerela Indians gather here

I just saw two dolphins playing together

And all that blue, all that blue from the Arabian Sea as far as my gaze allows me to look

I just met a yogi from Switerzland passing through

My yogi friend from Paris continues to joyfully play his saxophone w/ cane, long hair tyed back, w/ strong physical frame, and glasses

I just talked with two friends who just graduated from the Univerisity of Missouri, they are headed to do social work and live w/ Indian families in Tamil Nadu

Here I sit as the moon comes out and the sun already taking a rest traveling to the United States slow and steady

Like the in breath of my morning asana,

Like the in breath of my mantra mediation

Like the in breath of my shamata mediation

Here I sit listening to Sarswati- Goddess of music come through my yogi friend from Paris as he plays his saxophone

Underneath coccunut trees

The Kali temple is in my view, in the near distantance

The oranges piled up the size of a hut

The falcons and eagles can’t steal my food because I’m not eating, I’m listening

My yogi friend from Paris’s beautiful musical notes fill the sea salty air w/ bliss

I’m not even writing anymore

The muse is inside my soul and the pen is just bleeding words and inspiration onto

The page

Here I sit as the Indian children play on fishing nets piled up the size of a hut

Fishing nets with colours of reds and whites

The children come up to me asking for 10 rupees

I thank my yogi friend from Paris in French for playing bringing my hands to namaste

Prayer

My kriya yoga book in my purple handmade yoga bag

Little shops are still open, 1 ruppee for a packet of coccunut oil

I miss my girlfriend, Boulder, my yoga sangha, my ashram sangha, yet I am content here

And inspired here for NOW! And will return to them soon.

Jan. 13, 2006 Kerela, India