I never thought of kraut as the music of meditation but here I am, sitting straight and completely affixed to the computer screen in an effort to talk about Poi. Though the heart of motorik beats strongly on Teenage Dolomites, truth is it’s far more laid back — even contemplative — about its roots. It doesn’t lack for spirit but it’s more for a night time cruise than a mid-day rocket. I like to think of the highway giving way to country roads and deeper conversations. The radio’s turned down but it’s not tuned out. As if Poi is directing the topics like a fine moderator, leading me and my passengers toward a needed destination for peace of mind. At this point, I just slip into zen and surrender. See you when Poi allows.
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