Hills of NorthEast LA,
Burgeoning now with verdant colors,
Pot-marked by teetering homes,
The feral are yet left in you.
Where I chased centipedes,
And fled youthful folly.
Meeting the sky in defiance,
Pushing the hawks into infinity.
LA EASTSIDE
Life Beyond The River
Thanks Julio, beautiful photo and an equally beautiful poem. I’m going to concentrate on both and get in some Eastside style meditation,
Amazing photo!
I meditate to escape the confines of binary thought processes and I can do that with or without tequila.
Other drugs may work better but sobriety is best.
Amazing pix!
Mr. Unapologetic* Troll…those are things within the confines of binary thought processes. They assume that your wife, your kids, and the events around you are NOT you; which is simply not the case. But that’s for another post!
Unapologetic Troll
January 13th, 2010 | 2:48 pm
I didn’t know real L.A. Eastsiders meditate, I thouught mediatation was for “over-stressedâ€, yupies, hipster sand west-siders living on their trust fund.
When I want to “meditateâ€, I have a couple of shots of Patron.
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Yeh, drinking Patron definitely sets you apart from the hipsters. Hipsters never drink Patron…
Unapolgetic Troll
January 13th, 2010 | 9:33 pm
I don’t need to “escape the confines of binary thought processesâ€, I have real problems like screaming kids, over-due bills and a nagging wife.
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Those are the problems you know of. What you don’t know is that you’re also irresponsible with money, an alcoholic, and a sexist. If anyone should try meditation, it’s you. You need it more than any hipster or east side Chicano.