So I walked into the coffee shop to work on some outlines for Manuscript 9 (Crack the joke: typical writer, get on your laptop and scroll through facebook, but jokes on you! I don’t bring a laptop, I bring a notebook and pen!), ignoring the tangent, I was there around 6:45 (normal Sunday to avoid the crowds) but the entire store was converted over to a yoga studio. With a free Americano (since I had to listen to the class), and my mind distracted from outlining, I decided to write some haikus; some were influenced by my mindset and others influenced by the baristas’ insights.
Just to level set, I’ve just arrived and my head has been filed with plots and dystopian scenarios and now I am facing people doing yoga. One the primary themes of dystopia (other than hope) is the near constant representation of human beings as being sheep or following orders (in yoga, if you’ve never been, a leader gives commands and you follow them). These were the outcomes:
~On Commands~
Torrent of fears/ideas
harp, serenity, zero thoughts
chaos over order – freedom
discarded shoes – pile
find inner peace, listen to guide
stop thinking – give in
~On someone pointing out the smell~
smell of ignorance
harps sing, commands, obey the yogi
It’s human nature