Mantra of Chenrezi

My thoughts are as dark as the night would like to be while driving along #1, an almost straight dim road down South, away from the blinking red, white, and blue that patrols the sleepless rock-flooded vein. An endless line of streetlamps forces the dark into a blurry twilight and even the Om Mani Padme Hung, Mantra of Chenrezi, does not seem to stop the fall. Tired and exhausted from sitting in a lonely car, pouring out soul on a daily basis does make it easy to get trapped in a never ending monologue.
There in safe distance another coupon run down Motel with a yellow sink, stained with cigarette burns and sad stories you only hear sitting on a wooden bar stool long after midnight, gazing into a rhythmically moving liquid and breathing slowly from mouth to nose. Too many black hours sitting behind a wheel slightly above ground and massive as a full grown Redwood in motion. Action of given forces like gravitation leading the trajectory - oh sleep - oh sleep - oh sleep now...zzzzzhmmm

Homestead, FL 1/24/2010