i told him that the prevalence of tattoo and piercing culture spoke to something missing in our society, that we had vocational training in lieu of rites of passage, and that perhaps in all the televisions and iPods and blogs and laptops we've lost something along the way.
(Kerouac whispers:
"The Dharma can't be lost,
nothing can be lost on a well-worn path")
nothing can be lost on a well-worn path")
(please excuse all further number theory puns)
the conversation was less fractured than this account, and yet i cannot help but feel they are nonetheless of the same essence.
perhaps:
1) the fracture is a matter of form rather than content
2) the loom of insomnia casts its shadow across the night
3) the burden of diachronicity falters as the solstice approaches.
2) the loom of insomnia casts its shadow across the night
3) the burden of diachronicity falters as the solstice approaches.
[insert sleep here]
Om, shanti shanti shanti.
ReplyDeleteRestless the same.
Rites of passage worn well
as yoga pants
and pierced hearts.