How does this go again?
You sit and narrate the thoughts going on in your head. How odd.
Blah blah blah.
And then you’re dead.
But now, today, right here, I am alive.
Alive the same way that mummies once were
Running through the grass (or sand most likely)
Seeing a pretty girl (or boy) and getting hard with desire
Does that mean I was a boy in my Egyptian life?
It’s snowing now.
(if I let it)
The “this is what I should be doing” noise is banging the teapots in the background
Not easy to shut it up
Go back and meditate
Find the cool slip stream of honesty and ride it on the page