OxyPoxyDapolous

The search for balance and true equanimity is a prominent feature in the ambition, stories and study for the Cult of Los Angeles. And the slope is slippery, all oil and water, ice and dirty snow along the highway (drops of blood on brown packed powder). There seems to be a hand hold in the sheer face of terror if you look hard enough and your fingers are super strong and super sensitive. The adventurer must be sensitive with his senses as well and also with his thinking and language. A sensitive language is, well, has been the case in my experience, the most vital tool in navigating the self and the World...Right now, I am dancing on a bloody blade and I have to pick up my feet at a quicker pace, to run if necessary. I remember when I looked at running as an activity of cowardice. Then I was shown the efficacy of utilizing space when offense becomes defense. It became imperative to know the quickest manner by which to create space between you and the source of attack. Because in that space is logical necessity and escape or engagement must breath first to be an efficient, vital strike.

I digress. These next hours will be a necessary adventure. Ego is the swiftest and most dangerous prey. Snooping and pooping with a jaundiced espionage, nevertheless how polished and sharp. The stench in Los Angeles is as captivating and inspiring as the orchids and palms. And between the running gutters and wet curbs, the blood, spit and bathwater mix in utter congress- ya, the feeding ground kept fecund and alive with rot and wet capital. Therein is the magic that glitters and glows and jiggles from ecstacy! in the heart of the Mother from delight in her child, the World, any self, me.