A roving Berlin dispatch: cappuccino steam, Qi Gong by a rippling pond, and Jedidiah reading Sean’s fresh, feral poem before wandering into a centuries-old Crusader church. Between neon streets and stone sanctuaries, he wrestles with depression, alignment, imagination, and the unruly engine of the creative life. A poetic excursion of breath, nerve, ancient walls, and lived mysticism—where Beat poetics, Berlin grit, and rakish wonder collide.

“Awareness beyond myself, awareness behind you.”

“The flow stops only to force a deeper current.”

“Pregnancy is not lateness—it is arrival precisely on time.”

“In Berlin, even sorrow has its own baroque architecture.”

“To align the body, mind, and spirit is to re-enter the present as if resurrected.”