The sky was iridescent this time, but I remained unmoved. And that’s not just because I can’t see it. My mystical opulence makes sight secondary and the amazing is reformed to the ordinary. The lotus position doesn’t come easy today and I am forced to grab my feet and wedge them under my legs. I tremble to rise but remain earthbound. Potatoes grow in the hollows of my upturned palms. I clear my thoughts and shake the earth from my hands. I decide to open my real eyes and I see what I’ve been missing. My mystical opulence now abounds.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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