M

M is my friend. Lover. Ex-lover. Inspiration. Source of a lot of joy, some occasional pain, and a whole lot of thinking.

M has helped me understand myself. Helped me to accept myself.

Not be afraid of life. Not be afraid to be alone.

M is the only other person I've ever met who matched all my crazy interests and enthusiasms for things.

She has similar belief structure.

She is crazy. In a good way. But, crazy nonetheless.

She excites me. Frustrates me. Titillates me. Challenges me. Saddens me. Breaks me. And makes me whole again.

Every cliche you can think of... well, you get the point.

It is funny in life how you can know some people for a long, long time and never feel close, like that sibling that you never really connect with.

And then there are these people that cross through your life for who-knows-how-long, like a comet flashing its tail through your atmosphere... it is brilliant and striking. And then gone.

I know I drive you crazy even as I call you crazy, M.

Forgive me.

Even Siddhartha wasn't so great at the romance thing.

I love you still.

Om

How on earth did anyone figure out that the three-syllabic A-U-M sound has cosmic overtones?

Or at least that it was pretty cool.

I wonder this sometimes, like tonight, when I lay down after yoga.

Yoga, derived from the Sanskrit root, yuj...

To yoke, as in yoke a team of animals. Or join. As in your body to your inner consciousness.

The Buddha used yoga to strengthen his body and mind to gain insight into the deep realities of life.

In America, we use it to get "buns of steel" and look good in spandex.

I'm not sure where it's standing for me so far. Probably more the "deep reality" type stuff, but let's not discount the superficial just yet.

A lot of emotions turn over in your mind as you sit there about to collapse in your headstand.

Your day flashes by. Love. Anxiety. Your fears.

Then, nothing. Nothing.

A big peaceful clearing of your mind.

Om

Om

Om

Om shanti shanti shanti

It's the only time I ever forget about cancer.