that's the way it ought to be

after a dismal attempt at breaking away from becoming a creature of routine - i mimed for the cab driver to turn back around.

"your friend...?" he tried in broken english.

"i'll call her, go pink kang lu." i try in even brokener english. 

already shamed by the fact that my directionless self has gotten us lost in the quest for a bar on "ying bin lu", i was not about to admit to this kindly, strange chinese cab driver that i'm travelling alone. sola, seul, ina n-aonar, what have you.

after testing my minimal mandarin on this clearly cantonese speaking lad, i give up and mime for him to just drive while i smoke.

was so looking forward to a night in a pub with some robust works of literature and a whiskey or two or three. unfortunately, my navigational skills are likened to that of a rock.

at least a rock knows where it sits.

so for now i'm still lost without even being in motion. but after another far out yoga binge, i've spent a delightful evening free of lesson plans and instead jammed-packed with the recitation of some stellar poetry. i'm quite sure the mosquitoes nesting in the corners of my room have been thoroughly entertained by my rhythmic chants.

have read this one plenty before, stood out tonight though. 

i thank You God for most this amazing

by ee cummings

1894-1962

i thank You God for most this amazing

day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,

and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth

day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay

great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any - lifted from the no

of all nothing - human merely being

doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

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finding things to be thankful for.