Sometimes you crash

The pursuit of the transcendent

Squelched by flickering screens

What’s the opposite of sacred medicine?

Cell phones

Deceitful little buggers

Poisoning my vibe

Bliss brought back to Earth

By my lack of discipline

And the algorithms of this time

I am no match

The gravity of my habits wins sometimes

Even on days off

This too will pass

Let it flow through

Like the Christmas flu

The darkness is part of your story

Trust in Julian’s showings

Mother will get her way

She loves you even right here

Drink less, sleep more, and eat healthier

And when you’re ready

Begin to walk again