the comfort of finding yourself
let's go to Bali
and do a yoga retreat
and dance under the new moon
new intention, channelling frequency, align the chakras
whatever the poster said
200, 300, 1 million rupiahs
healing does not come free, right?
let's fall in love with sticky strangers
and their sticky words of enlightenment.
let's drink cacao
to purge the partying
to forget the cheap arak
to cleanse the aura.
let's sing medicine songs to heal our trauma,
our broken hearts,
the betrayal, oh the betrayal
the reiki business might've exploded
if not for that snake who exposed it.
let's throw a temple orgy!
midnight gamelan drowned
canang saris squashed
by the scooters and the psytrance and the fucking.
let's find ourselves
—if not ourselves, then the comfort of wounded others,
in private villas
in Tegalalang
in an air conditioned yoga studio
in "conscious community".
after all,
there is nothing like the comfort of finding yourself.