Ocean of Emotion
Ocean mediation of Los Angeles temperature. Water, air, sun, moon. Fall bliss in the eternal school day and night of life. I’m on a submarine mission through my new ocean of emotion. I can feel everything now. When I drank I could only feel anger and agression. Now I can feel my love & compassion as well as my hostile competitiveness.
The things I used to think were important are fadiing away. In the back my mind I always thought I would find and join a spiritual community. That’s why I bought a new car and moved back to my beloved City of the Dark Angels for Kundalini yoga. I’m in my spiritual community now and it is work. Now I need desert vacations from my Beverly Hills yoga practice.
This morning I overheard some guys at the gym joking about the redundancy of leaving LA for anyplace else for a “vacation”. One guy said, yeah, I’m going to Hawaii, why? Let’s say for the sake of argument that the weather might be a little more perfect in Hawaii. You would still basically be in a resort. The entire megalopolis of SoCal is a resort. You need a Hawaiian vacation when you live in New York. When you live in LA sometimes you vacay in Manhattan.
I have a romantic and sexual relationship with the moon. In yoga the moon represents the feminine and the sun stands for masculine. Yoga women have a moon cycle. I used to meditate at night in the desert but in all my Kundalini business I have neglected that magic nighttime meditation. Now I will remember to meditate with the moon over Playa.
There is a 6:30 pm yoga class that interests me but I am going to eat dinner and rest up for 7:00 am class tomorrow. This play by play journal of the urban Yogi life is my gift to funky Western Civilization. My world beat message must be experienced as my entire body becomes a mudra.