A banquet set for he To and fro , to the cross , down so deep where the parasite that grows so deep within The great bandini and the only thing to show are daggers on his fingertips crusted in diamond upon each nail forged in the fire with the internal bleeding the great bandini cast upon thee as the shadow of the cross still looms

A few errors repeated daily create a massively different life compared to a few good disciplines repeated daily. It's like a couple planes flying across a continent at 1 degree different directions. Even that small of a difference when compounded across long periods of time create night and day different results. What do you want to course correct in your daily habits? What do you want to double down on and repeat? Sharing is caring, let's talk!

My soul is thirsty for music, Not just to hear the notes, but to taste them and run my fingers through their hair as they emerge from my being. I’ve long taken for granted that I am an instrument of God, What then shall be my instrument this moment? Dare I say it could be different in the next. I am not bound to material tools, I am endlessly transmorphing and individuating in sound. Tunes thread through my mind with images spurring them forth. Ragas fill my heart and caress my soul with sweet buttermilk and Moonlight, And each night vibrates with the bliss of Saraswati’s cooing. 2024-0505

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A new influence A different view Siren blares through the gritty storm Turning my heart to listen watching behind bruised lids as patters form. Abundance of choice provides the ultimate illusion... My pulse quickens prickling my skin hot and breathless and disbelieving. The path darkens while crescent moon returns reminding me I'm so very small Amor fati Just stand tall.