XII

At the end of yoga class, during the relaxation pose Savasana, I felt my entire existence shrink to the size of a camera memory chip and slide neatly underneath my left eye socket (behind the bone where my eyebrow begins) and I just hovered there as I inhaled and exhaled. I am telling you this was the most intense mind fuck since we back porched 3 blunts on empty stomachs before Yom Kippur. I wouldn't call this a hallucinogenic experience... It was more of a meditative state where I completely escaped anything resembling "real" thought and entered my breath through a narrow doorway leading into an empty room with windows for walls. I was only breath; nothing more and nothing less. It wasn't until after I came to that I realized that the localized spot I was concentrating on was the exact same place where my head often throbs incessantly after a bad nights sleep or a long while reading myself out of the present. That emotions can cause physical pains without legitimate medical explanations is why doctors don't diagnose diseases like obsession or heartache. There is no syrup that will assuage a broken heart nor syringe to alleviate a relentless dream, just a silent scream, Savasana.