kundalini

Today marks the first day that I've ever slept ten hours... I guess I was tired. Today's word is still lethargy. I have so much reading to do tonight before class that it is a little overwelming, and I don't feel like doing any of it. I was supposed to read a book that I was supposed to pick up outside of class, but Barnes & Noble didn't come through for me, so I'm SOL. It's about as humid as it gets without actually raining out there. Did I mention that I'm still tired..?

Here's a poem I wrote the other day about sex.

How many have trod here before me I wonder
as her eyes squeeze shut
How many have taken this path
to comfort and be comforted?
or should I not worry
because the trail is yet
unfulfilled,
its promise not yet realized
or will I ignore
this lie here
and not worry of branches bent
and broken back
that have so long ago healed?



I was just looking at The Art of Alex Grey again, and damn... his work is so beautiful, so fraught with meaning on so many different levels, that it makes me want to cry sometimes....