been browsing dance vids all day instead of cleaning or doing my homework.  Which brings me to Megan Batoon.  She is majestic.  Not sure if I wanna do her or be her, but if I had to read the signs I’d say I was about 84 percent lesbian for this AMAZING dancer.

meragh

0-1

here is a clamored aviary
filled with children too young to
sound human.

a child-owl keens,
too-early wise with anticipation of
lifelong suffering

here flails a many-colored
screech-of-a bird,
angry from wings-lack,
furious at his inability to
fly.

a harsh-throated pigeon stares down
the gaping maw of dependence,

quiet-feathered with the sharp
pain of
helplessness


been taking salsa lessons.  He’s gonna give me half off ($25 instead of $50 !)  because I love dancing so much.  I wanna go to South America.  I think of it as the dancing capital of the world.  Except it’s … huge.  So the dancing region of the world. whatever.    This is my eighth day in a row of work. preparing myself for a MASSIVE paycheck in 1.5 weeks.  I’m so done with school.  I want to graduate.   the end.

A song!

sun of truth

Words, even if they come from the soul, hide the soul,
as fog rising off the sea covers the sea,
the coast, the fish, the pearls.

It is noble work to build coherent philosophical discourses,
but they do block out the sun of truth.

See God’s qualities as an ocean.
This world is foam on the purity of that.
Brush it away and look through the alphabet to essence,
as you do the hair covering your beloved’s eyes.

Here is the mystery:
This intricate, astonishing world is proof
of God’s presence even as it covers the beauty.

One flake from the wall of a gold mine
does not give much idea what it is like
when the sun shines down inside
and turns the air and the workers golden.

Word Fog, Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

So tired of arguing with my mother about religion.

new birds

This makes me so happy-sad.   beautiful.

“She says she’s been going out with him now for about two and a half years, but they don’t live together so he’d never find out. And you think about chasing her about school when you were wee and lying in your bed and listening to love songs and pretending they were about you. And the first time you asked her out she said no but one night you went to a wedding and when you came back to the pub she’d changed her mind and you went out. You remember the way she swung her arms when she held your hand but you can’t remember how she kissed and now you’ve got the chance to find out.

But you have to remember there’s this other kiss. And she’s sitting at home, wondering where you are and what you’re doing. And you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out, it’s as much yours as it is hers, and it took a long time to get right, it took months of practice and months of embarassment but now you’ve got it perfected and you’ve been looking forward to that kiss all week.

You can see her breath in the air between your faces as you stand in the leaves and she just asks you straight out if you want to come and stay at her flat. But you make sure you get separate taxis and you go home and there might be a slight regret and maybe you’ll wonder what you missed but you have to remember the kiss that you worked so hard on – and you’ll know you’ve done the right thing.”

the contest of madness

you have done well
in the contest of madness.
you were brave in that war
you have all the honourable wounds
of one who has tried to find love
where the beautiful bird
does not drink

may i speak to you
like we are close and
locked away together?
once i found a stray kitten
and i used to soak my fingers
in warm milk,
it came to think i was five mothers
on one hand

traveler
why not rest your tired body?
lean back and close your eyes.

come morning
i will kneel by your side and feed you.
i will so gently
spread open your mouth
and let you taste something of my
mind and life

surely
there is something wrong
with your ideas of the
beloved
if you think
the beloved would not be so
tender


–Hafiz

thank you, thank you, thank you.
The right things come to me when I need them.

I think I’m gonna go the courthouse route for getting married in the U.S.  He wants a huge Indian wedding though, which I am completely cool with since I don’t have to organize it or pay for it.  And more dancing.

Was gonna post something different, but Beyonce is the queen after all.  And I’m crazy in love right now.


Long distance relationships suck.  I mean, of course I wish he was here.  But then again…

I’d rather be dating him across 7,196 miles than dating anyone else here.

Couchsurfing + good music

So far I’ve found two people to couchsurf with, one in NYC, and one in Copehagen (Denmark).  They both seem like cool people.  Hopefully my boyfriend is cool with me staying with random dudes.. They both have a ton of references so I feel safe.

Couchsurfing.org is a website where you can either host travelers… or just stay with random strangers as you travel the world.  I only contact the ones who have hosted many times before.  My brother used to host people a lot, and they were always really cool

Anyways I was feeling quite drained and bored with life but now I remember that I’m gonna be all over Europe this summer and I don’t feel so bad.  Even though my boyfriend left for India this morning and I won’t see him till December. meh.

Also I keep having odd dreams about Tomorrowland.

Guess I’ll be going to India this December, assuming our relationship can survive till then.