this is how the universe works (right now)

yesterday Saylor came over before the opening so we could throw some art around in my living room floor and make plans for his coming departure. after the tempeh came the metaphysics (like you do) and he asked for a book recommendation. i gave him my favorite copy of Patanjali despite his protests, telling him that the book would find its way back into my life in its own time.

this morning i was walking across campus, thinking about karma, when i came upon a wandering monk. he reached in his bag and pulled out a copy of the Bhagavad Gita and asked me if i had read it before. i told him i had and then another book followed. i called Saylor to tell him what happened.

but it wasn't over.

tonight, before class, before chocolate, before the unveiling of the shirts, even more books came into my life and i now look at seven where once lay one. this is the way the universe works (right now) and this is precisely the point.

but - if this was not the point - it would be that i watched the full moon hurtling across the sky at incredible speed from the safety (?) of a wood chip sandbox in a parking lot playground. it made it impossible to tell which was the karma i'm creating and which is the karma past and which is the karma i am yet to read in my inbox.

i'm still not sure, so...

i'm putting all these things on display for anyone who cares to see, and i dreamed many months ago that i was ripping up the lives of my friends to form a collage. and i am, but what does that mean when they read? how will the people i love and cherish and meet and lose in my life react? how can i ever expect anyone to wade through the affect and see that these words may be beautiful, these words may be true - but they can never be real.

i'm still not sure.