Kalen O’Tolán, the immortal prophet born at Delphi in the Bronze Age, offered an unusual prayer at the Summer Olympics of 2044 CE in the Age of the Blue Castle. As it is recorded in the diaries of Bonsai, the heir of Beionai, translated from the original Lingua-U…

Sportsmen and sportswomen:
You are at the core of my all-body,
Your life is the ‘liciousness at the core of my love-body.
Make your life a sport of Psyche, wife of Eros, signifier of my sutras and suras.
Listen at the knees of spirit at the Kai’ai, intestines of my sea-foam, protector of the knees of sport.
Life is not a course to be cruised. It is eeking-bruising.
Life is not a game to be gamed. It is an abolishment of abomination and an upholding of appreciation.
Life is not a play to be pretended. It is purity of a good will.
Life is not a football to be fumbled. It is finding your feet where they fall and humble.
Life ought not be spoken of with makeshift sayings. They will make you shifty.
Life ought not be spoken of with loose analogies. They will make you a lucky loser.
Speak of life in the language of the Real.
Listen at the knees of Spirit at the Kai’ai, the abode where I-yʊ dwelt ere my-yɪ descent to Delphi. Be a protector of the knees of sport at every Kai. Learn to talk of life in the language of the Real, not the stupidity of turpid sense.
Life is located where there is fire to be lighted and unfiled.
Ignite the light within the soul and the body-brightness and the spirit-sparkles will follow.
Spirit inspires within and spirals and sprays and spins and spoons and spreads and spends and spokes and spans and spouts and sparks light to the ends of the earth, from Grecian Delphi at my atheist birth to Sofia Bulgaria at my nude denudement.
Light up your spirit! There is no half-time.
Fuel your life with abundant knowledge for navigation, pleasure for play, energy for endurance, and acceleration for actualizing the negative.
Speak not of life as a sport. Such words dock Being of its spear-like, piercing awesomeness; sport is an oakish root.
Listen at the knees of Spirit at the Kai’ai, protector of the knees of sport at every Kai. Learn to talk of sport in the language of the Real.
Spirit and sport are both based at the knees of Psyche!
Bend to pray. One bends to praise. Bend over at your knees to bow and make baleful tears.
Bend fingers to hold a football. Bend your back to catch a baseball. Bend your flapping ass to protect the basketball.
Bend at your knees to put your head where your core was. Think with your gut.
Bend at your knees to put your eyes where your heart was. See with your feelings.
Bend at your knees to put your shakti-yoke where your shoulder was. Do it with your invisible muscle.
Kneel to pray, but not for sport, unless there is an important need to compete.
Prayer takes you to the root of the knees of Psyche. There you take your shot before God: Śūnyatā, 0; God, 1.
Give the ball to Him: He is nimble instead of kneeling in sport. Look: A Galaxy is shouting. What did you say?
Sport takes you to the front of the knees of Psyche. Push them forward. Port sprightly onward in your sportsmanship. There you win or lose the risk-toil at the center of your roiling self-citta.
Do not strive to win or lose a game. You have already won and lost the game. Look: the razor-tipped Stars are argent. What’s the point?
Gain with every game at the thighs of Jaia’s Center if you would change the game’s eighth outing to an inning. I have just told you a secret; try to forget it.
Forgive me. For many years have I dwelt in the high altitudes of Quetzaltenango; my wits are like a merry-go-round. I must extirpate now.


Bonsai records that the prayer ended so. He added these words:

Blessed be Kalen O’Tolán, keeper of the knees of spirit at the Kai’ai, protector of the sportsmen and sportswomen at every Kai. And blessed be God forever, God’s diadem of greatness forever shining in the light of the Great Spiral.

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