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Going down the middle
Til we find a place to sunbathe in the Rambles
i’ve been craving bowls lately
(not just the bad habits of my old friends, NO!)
Tibetan Singing Bowls…
for some reason…
like Tarot Cards
i wanted someone to just GIVE me one
i know so many people have THINGS they don’t use
so i kept telling people
i wanted a BOWL
no one had one to give.
Goat said he had one
but turned out he was thinking Bowl
when really he had a Prayer Wheel
not at all about the words, the spinning
i want the resonant sound
kept meaning to look on line
look in the city
kept forgetting.
while i was in SF
last day
i saw some tourist shop near 18th & Castro
went to it
and most of the bowls were new, machine made
with symbols all over them..
a few old hand-hammered ones
and much cheaper
— i bought one of those
a small 4.5″ bowl…
but i was tempted to get a BIG one
(money/space: airplanes!)
i’ve used it a bit every day since i got back
but today was different.
i had a massage client i’ve worked on a few times
he’s a pot head
and has parkinson’s
he’s a bit freaking out about it
new, it is
to his list of chronic ailments
(he’s in his 60’s and has a slew of other things as well)
the last two times i’ve seen him i’ve had him refrain from orgasm and
smoking for a few weeks before coming to see me
… to cultivate his resources
so we talked for a while
then i blended him some of his weed, some salvia divinorum and some yarrow
he smoked
sitting up-right
i put his right hand in my left hand, my right hand in his left
channeled reiki
he tripped out/through
then i re-packed the bowl and he smoked again
layed down
i massaged him for a while
rough, gruff, shaking, grabbing, pulling
then i made him smoke again
and i put the singing bowl on his chest
and let it sing for a few minutes
while i OMed
he said he felt like his insides were being massaged
some-how re-setting all the crap in his life
i reminded him that no matter how fuct our lives get
there is always the kernel of perfection in each of us we can resonate with
(he’s a virgo, it’s good to remember perfection)
we can always return to
through all the nightmares, pain and suffering
it’s always there. . .
last night
i stayed up all night, like tonight
last night
i researched the bowls on line
ended up winning four of them in ebay auctions for under $200 total
yesterday
i checked some shops here in NYC
the bowls were $600+
(ha!)
many people think of them as being tuned to the chakras
C being the Root, going up on the whole notes
today i won a C, D, F, & G
last night, when i discovered this
i bought an app for my iPhone that tells pitches
and played the bowl i bought in SF
of course
from all the bowls i played there and i settled on this one (it was the way
it made me feel)
is it a surprise i bought a B?
Crown Chakra
A guy I know up here…
~60
Cuban, I think
Educator?
I think..
He called me and asked if I could find him a roommate
Anyone know anyone who wants a place to live
In Lower Washington Heights
164 by Broadway
It’s a furnished room
14×16 feet
Full bed, sofa, tv, desk/chair, dresser
Big windows looking out to the large light space between buildings…
He’s asking $650 a month
I think that includes utilities
No pets, smoking… Or frying in the kitchen!
Working window AC
And clothes washer in the kitchen
One other similar man in the unit
4th bedroom is a guest room
Elevator to the 3rd floor…
Near the A,C, & 1 at 168
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I can’t help but relax
With all I should be doing
It’s difficult keeping up with myself
Sometimes
Left in other trouser pockets
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There is a hole in my wall…
I didn’t make it
It wasn’t here when I left for California
It was here when I returned
My house-sitters plead innocent
But there was no one else here
Sometime it’s hard to trust…
And will the hole generate a rat?
No hidden box of childhood secrets in there either…
No magic world…
Just plaster mites.
After client
1 am
Hungry!
Want Thai
But none
Yelp points me
To some closed middle eastern joint
I walk back from 8th to 7th on 28th
Huge lines waiting to get into clubs
Between two of them
Soul Fixin’s
: a place like I’ve seen on brooklyn or queens…
Dead AC above the door
Cardboard on either side
Dirty yellow paint on the walls
But back inside by the counter
It’s chic, manhattan style
Bright white tent things . . .
The sweet potatoes were amazing
Collards
Jerk and fried chicken
Fucki’mstuffed
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Well…
I’ve got clients
I’m on the go
Things are happening outside
I feel
Mortmain
May as well keep them in my pockets
Making money
Under investigation
Hole in the wall…
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