i annihilated three times yesterday

in the wind relieving pose "pavanamuktasana" the teacher instructs the class that the pose gives a nice massage to the internal organs and helps with digestion and elimination. in my book, it's called annihilation.

dear brain

please dream of playing the piano real awesome tonight

estoy pensando en por qué mi vida se ha enfocado tanto en los elementos y en la naturaleza. siempre me ha gustado mucho ver el mar desde mi primera experiencia con ella. creo que hay mucho que decir sobre la influencia del agua y aire en la vida, pues en particular la mía. tengo un cariño por estes elementos a pesar de lo que admito. me parecen las dos cosas infinitas e inconmensurables. su inmensidad me hace sentir algo con que tengo dificultad explicar. su enormidad ajusta la mentalidad y se la lleva lejos de la sociedad a un mundo sin expectaciones, reglas, normas. me hace pensar en otras cosas, de la importancia de que la vida sin nada más es lo importante. de que solamente el objeto de vivir en toda sensillez es lo que importa. en realidad el tiempo que llevamos viviendo sería un parpadeo por las galaxias. cómo es que uno se puede olvidar esto? ¡facilmente! vivimos en una civilización con limitaciones que en su fondo viola el propósito de vivir. existimos hasta que dejamos de existir. en cuales propiedades dejamos de existir? ni idea. lo que yo puedo entender de la vida es su sencilla belleza que toma forma en la naturaleza y observándola se llena bastante la diversión de existencia.

the other day i went sailing and the water was temperamental, still and stirring, still and stirring, still, still...........still.......STIRRING. I dipped my long-toed feets into the lake as the boat glided softly against the water creating little echoes of my feets and left muted technicolor residue from the large quantities of sunscreen I put on said feets. the murky water birthed little dead fish and occassionally an unidentified swimming object, presumably a fish. I imagined little Nessies hiding deep within the silt of the lake, waiting for a moment of calm and still water to check out their outerspace. the sky was a bubbly hazy pretty mess and the water in the lake resonated creating thousands of little pixelated notches that fooled the eyes. bundles of trees were sandwiched between the two and that seemed appropriate. i secretly hoped and felt anxious about capsizing her, just to spice up the day.

in my dreams i imagine myself sprawled out against an empty sea, the wind shuffling and combing my hair about, the sun hiding behind a lonely storm cloud, my eyes lost to infinity. there is no end, no beginning. space is infinite. my lungs fill with air and nearly collapse with every breath. everything feels very right and i can't see the future. i can't think of anything besides right now as this overwhelming feeling sweeps over every nerve, pulsating at the ocean's pace. everything has stopped and nothing is as it was but it's always been there. i guess i've met my old friend. my arms and legs are weightless and i can't move. it's all beautiful and overwhelming and i'm fading into every part