Beyond Words Swings the Pendulum
Being absent from one place may imply being present somewhere else...but, this 'I' was simply absent, nowhere to be found. It had vanished under the starched creases of life, under the layers of phenyl and pinesol, under the crushing weight and suspenseful watch of CRP (C-reactive protein) and ESR ( Erythrocyte Sedimentation Rate) numbers. Yes, the 'I' had ceased to be...It relinquished itself to the unforeseen forces of life...surrendered to That which had evaded It, or That which It had finally invaded. The young boy lay on the hospital bed, confused and bewildered. The doctors too shared his state of mind. There was no sign of sanity anywhere in this over-sanitized world. The 'I' became a meandering prayer looking for solace, for comfort and a shard of terra firma in the midst of this deadly quagmire. morning meditation: writing Om namah Shivaya 108 times visitation from Pharoah Sanders' saxophone sounds swim into the deep blue space... "Was he infl...