day 1: Crown Heights
I’m kneeling at the feet of my loneliness, begging it to take me in.
I’m awake before the dawn
sitting for meditation
It feels like early spring in Philadelphia and I’m in Crown Heights. I’m stopped for gas on my way out of town when a woman pulls up, blasting rap music and spitting more fire than a lot of us feel in our entire lives. I love her. I open the arm rest in my car and am surprised when it shuts ok. But that was my old white Jeep, Wild Piney. Now I’m in a new white jeep, The Sequel. It runs ok in the morning.
Om Matri Muye Sale Du