bikram is my homeboy

i feel so lazy about my blog. it's partially that i am in ny, but it's also that i need a digital camera, i cannot seem to find mine, and there is no shame in having two. i mean, i could be narrating my new york life. i could talk about the amazing erykah badu concert last night, or the great time i had in newburg with my friends who are having a lovely life there. i could talk about my daily bikram practice which is making me feel stronger, and could hint around my current life challenges. i could talk about how i feel really good about my reiki practice this minute, and let my friends know that i'm trying to strengthen that practice and am open to trades. hint.

but that could be exhausting. so i just feel like submitting a simple bikram poem that danced around my head as i walk from class this afternoon. i was going to name it bikram is my lover, but i like homeboy better.


bikram is my homeboy

i'm not generally a woman about ice water
or sweating in the heat,
but in my practice everyday those feelings must be beat

my tummy feels much fitter
not that it was bad,
but in balancing stick pose these days it's looking rather rad

give me a water bottle
nay give me two,
anything that'll allow me to live through this will do

my practice is my joy
it helps my equanimity,
when feeling overwhelmed for me it is a perfect remedy.


it still feels unfinished, but it's late. maybe i'll edit in the sunlight.

kisses amores!
m.