At a Table on a Sidewalk

...that there is so much we will never, and maybe can't ever, fathom can be comforting and terrifying, but not, usually, both at the same time...
Ancient and Revered Yoga Cynic Sutra 121:354

...at a table on a sidewalk in front of the Good Karma Cafe...(actual place, 22nd & Pine, downtown Philly, State of Noisy Contemplation, USA)...drinking coffee ’til I’m too wired to sit still...cars and the occasional bike float past...no question which is America’s favorite mode of transportation...then, no question who’s enjoying the ride more, either...

...reading about a woman at a silent vipassana retreat...trying to be silent, peaceful, meditative, and mindful, and not doing such a good job, by her own estimation, at any of the above...makes me wanna give her some encouragement...say at least you’re one up on me...I’m just reading about it...

...borrowed a pen, and actually returned it...which probably makes me prouder than it should...have never consciously stolen a pen, and yet never buy them, but somehow always have lots...am strangely unconcerned about what this means in terms of karma, sin, or ethical behavior...


...even excess can be kept to a reasonable level...
Ancient and Revered Yoga Cynic Sutra 163:889

Good Karma Cafe

...the weather is always suspect...having well earned its reputation as what we generally talk about when there’s nothing to talk about...

...nonetheless...after nine days of wearing neither shoes nor socks...sandals only twice...I found myself back in the northeast...the cruelest month coming in distressingly cruel...dark, cold, and wet...outside and, in a day or two, seeping into my all-too porous brain...but...

...took advantage of a break in the rain this afternoon to take a bike ride to the Good Karma Cafe...actual name...downtown...where I got a mango smoothie...tasting kinda like the tropics...West Mt. Airy through a bit of Germantown to the path along Wissahickon Creek down to the Schuylkill River trail...having to stop under a bridge during a sudden downpour halfway...then on to see a gigantic rainbow over the city, by the Art Museum... yeah, where Rocky ran up the steps...

...a rainbow is, of course, an overburdened metaphor on the level of snakes, flags, or gods...but worse....at least I didn’t mention unicorns...or Judy Garland...though, if I did, I’d probably bring up her drug problem....I’m like that...even if I can’t deny all the new and glistening green...