Post Holiday Doldrums and Accidental Haiku

I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

Audrey Hepburn

sluggish, sinuses
on fire, don’t wanna know how
much weight I’ve put on*

* was compiling bodily complaints and realized they came out to exactly seventeen syllables, easily divisible into a traditional five-seven-five structure...making my whining about minor seasonal ailments a completely accidental and spontaneous complaint-haiku...which might be really spiritual...or poetic.......or neither....perhaps funny?...if so, that’s at least as good as either spiritual or poetic...at least to my current state of mind...which let’s face it, is pretty typical for the time of year...minus the all-too-common post-holiday colds or emotional wounds...no fights with family members, this year...not even close...seriously...and, to the best of my knowledge at this point, on the early evening of the 28th, nothing caught from little relatives sneezing on me....the days are getting longer by a couple seconds with every sunrise, and 2011, less than a week ahead, is shaping up already to be a year of momentous events...in my little universe, at least...(but more on those, later)...best wishes, namaste, & all that to all you Floating Glowing Beings of Pure Love out there who give Yoga for Cynics meaning by reading (even when its author's in a crappy mood)...

Floating Glowing Beings of Pure Love

Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh (originally titled Night Filled with Floating Glowing Beings of Pure Love) (would I lie to ya?)

The first word in this song is discorporate.
It means to leave your body.
Frank Zappa

...two days ‘til the yoga retreat...as before any trip, I’m worrying about stuff going wrong...last year, the plane I was supposed to be flying had a cracked window...thanks to a piece of wing breaking off and hitting it on the way up from Miami...had to wait eight hours for another plane to arrive from London...this year I put in a request for Sullenberger, but the airline couldn’t make any guarantees...

...but what about the inherent problems in things potentially going too well? What if I become too enlightened? What if I discorporate completely and end up a Floating Glowing Being of Pure Love?

...yeah, yeah, I know what they say...

Before enlightenment chop wood and carry water.
After enlightenment, chop wood and carry water.
Wu Li

...but ya never know...

...in working with addicts, it should be a bonus...who needs cocaine or heroin when you’ve got a Floating Glowing Being of Pure Love on call?...for dedicated readers of Yoga for Cynics, however, the question will be: can a Floating Glowing Being of Pure Love maintain a blog? Does a Floating Glowing Being of Pure Love have the tangible digits necessary to manipulate a computer keyboard?

...of course, with or without new posts, visiting this blog will be highly beneficial, as it will likely carry kinda the opposite of a virus...all e-mails, tweets, etc. received on affected computers will be filled with kindness, good tidings, and boundless affection....please note, however, that web browsers could have trouble accessing racist, sexist, homophobic, or otherwise hateful or disempowering content...not that they can’t...they just won’t want to...

...then, should I remain in corporeal, generally unenlightened form, never mind....the next post’ll be up by April’s Fool’s day...