Together We Grow: A Collaboration With My Sister
adjustment. adaptation. acceptance.
Adjustment. Adaptation. Acceptance.
to the New York City bustle. the noise. constant disruption. the expenses.
to finding the way back to the texture of the present.
to The Man. working under assholes. figuring out how much to put up with.
to The Self. No one else to blame anymore. Learning how to get out of my own way.
to sporadic pay. wondering on the 28th if I'll make rent by the 30th. sweating.
to a reciprocal relationship with the universe. Wondering if I could pay part of my rent in Ghee. Hopeful.
to an unpaid side project. around the clock work. maybe for nothing.
to the work of visioning the gates of other worlds. Is it important work, that of the way shower to dreams? Am I needed?
maybe for everything.
Yes.
to the corporate schedule. daily hour-plus-change commutes. herded.
The beat of my own drum is getting louder, and I must heed it. Surrendering.
like a cow through the subway station.
Aquarius remigis to the current.
to the balancing act. two full time jobs. one with certainty, security, salary.
The still point in tree pose when your body becomes effortless, suspended.
adjustment. adaptation. acceptance.
Adjustment. Adaptation. Acceptance.
it never ends. I don't want it to end. I crave movement. I crave progress.
It always has been. I have always been. I must dance in it, form and be formed.
I surround myself with both so that I am always stressed out and never bored.
I try not to fear anything so I can stay awake to everything and exist in awe.
always learning. either learning or sleeping.
Always dreaming. Whether sleeping or waking.
head spinning with thoughts or head spinning with dreams.
I touch the web anywhere and watch it quiver everywhere.
dreams of what these next five months will bring.
dreams of what ripples I could make.
dreams of doing it all again in Los Angeles.
dreams of doing it forever.
