the meat rides heavy on the weary bones, all motion slow as if underwater, information lethargically flowing into the dense-packed laboring cells of the brain with which the heart has lost touch. the heart no longer reaches very far, the weight is too oppressive for movement. the meat rides heavy on the weary bones. some unrelenting force of gravity discourages lively exploration. only the known & familiar patterns are permitted to pass through to action. the mouth & brain coordinate in stealth like fingers pointing to the racing moon. ah, Shiva! i will search more carefully for Your hidden messages of good cheer leading me home to Your divine essence. i am struggling through this mess now, Shiva, tangled & caught in ancient protocols. the meat rides heavy on the weary bones yet You are the dispelling force, Shiva. i call to You: om namah Shivaya!