Yoga for Cynics

Oh my god, people are fucking crazy....
Breathe...
Breathe...

I've never seen myself as a city mouse, used to think quite the opposite, in fact. My ideal was to get as far away from the noise, the pollution, the frenzied mass of raw humanity, as possible. Lengthy wilderness backpacking excursions seemed a kind...

As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life.
Fake Buddha
(actually from Jack Kornfield, Buddha’s Little Instruction Book)

Prayer is nothing but poetry that achieves the destruction of its reciter.*
...Matt Remski thinks a helluva lot about mālā beads...hell, he thinks a helluva lot about a whole lotta stuff...but mālā beads more than most...,turns out he’s a recovering Catholic...redeemed through pain, not through joy, as Jim Carroll put it...as...