The waves come, the waves go, but never in any predictable manner and certainly not in the way I've come to expect either. Solace from the anxious exhilaration steers clear of long encounters as my daydreams become the only drifts that feel warm enough to give in to the cradle against my flesh.
Why is it then that monks never sleep yet meditate and daydream throughout..?
I think they know something I don't.. I'm getting back on the mat.
Om tare tuttare ture svaha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqcWl6VAB_M
Why is it then that monks never sleep yet meditate and daydream throughout..?
I think they know something I don't.. I'm getting back on the mat.
Om tare tuttare ture svaha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqcWl6VAB_M
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