Friday, July 31, 2015

7 31 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 58 — night

7
31
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 58 — night

———

“Everything is in a state of flux…”

Robert Byrne

———

he walk
w/
a ragged ‘n rolled up sleep-bag
on each shoulder.
one act a blanket.
one serve a mattress.
just fetched them of his 24/7 storage locker.
now seek the street-spot
that seem least restless

sleep routine to he,
routine practice.
occasionally
pedestrian
(curiously)
note the load…
but then there’s that 24/7 car wash
that each time he pass
stare as:
what this darling on?

'don’t worry,’ think blondyn, 'got this.’

he mean the sleep bags.
true,
he do.
and tho knowing
flow of night
ever beyond him,
trust
spirit, heart, mind,
only due to prove

while wash-crew idly watch on
@ his immediate right,
taxis cars wick'ly tear by
on his immediate left,
where West Side Highway
fly urban circulation
& beyond it,
Intrepid War Ship

Intrepid War Ship —
a once WWII Fighter,
now Sea Air & Space Museum
NYC.
no matter what street
he opt for ZZZ at,
blondyn always make sure to catch his peek

Intrepid,
he think,
have to be,
and be to be
and be to be,
and tho w/ his moments,
he remember
Intrepid
good times
hard times
all in flux

blondyn

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Thursday, July 30, 2015

7 30 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 57 — crystal clarity

7
30
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 57 — crystal clarity

———

“Nothing is lost … Everything is transformed.”

Michael Ende

———

first
foremostly
this we be after —
beyond all
desire
/
fantastic
/
senseless ecstatic
,
n0 substitute
4 the OM harmonics
inspired of envisioning
a
true-to-truth adaptation
of
big picture framework
experienced w/ realtime measure
via
serene

crystal clarity

and nop.
don’t got.
all part the work in progress —
props of which
but
knick-knacks
O
rhythmic licks
stitch’d together w/ elementary wonder

(we want Solution!)

and doesn’t matter
however close or far we be
collectively
/
individually
/
spiritually
,
so long as we’ve come to terms w/
The Resolve
that the air we breathing
inhale by ex
respirating
the life ∞ love pump of us…

..
.
on point
to onward spin
Journey

and right now,
having just done the Hudson Sunset Run
is stretching on the rails @ Pier 84,
beside a hun
staring on
Watercolor Majesty
before us
as talking on the phone
‘bout issues w/ the biz —
credentials she got —
her underpaid lot —
and Corporate America
that done her dirty wrong,
yet subtly topp’d her off
w/ the
Blessing
to capture this
Beautious
reason for it all…

(what = Enough?)

and b don’t judge —
but seek
to reiterate
the
Agassi + Mandela
(AM)
singularity of the matter —

everyone
on
the Journey!
collectively
/
invidually
/
spiritually!
,
each
yearning
4 Paradise
yet 'quipped wit’ nothing but Presence

(embrace the Mystery!)

is there any other way to peace?
u babe?
course naturally.
(only)
& when’s a Love
to lend a Life to us
and show how a huney do?

get back to me w/ certainty —
meantime,
Moving Day —

up and coming

blondyn

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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

7 29 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 56 — onward

7
29
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 56 — onward

———

“God wants us to grow up.”

Andre Agassi

———

t'was mid-afternoon
~ 93 degrees
air
wethot humidity
no breeze

nyc

@ Columbus Circle approximately,
on return from a writing session
had @ fordham university
as
fathoming on
the decision to be made
when
heat
hunger
cosmic whirl of city
goes like

ping!

he stops on the spot.
blood starts simmering.
boiling.
temptations,
connivingly arising.
pressure points,
arrested.
adrenaline + cortisol
stress hormone spectrum
unleashed
like vicious protein-venom,
unwinding the logic w/ raging vengeance.
circulation tightening.

temptation
temptation
you son of b*tch
&
botch’d on the spot,
@ loss for what to do,
yeah…
it happen like that

and so there stood blondyn,
frozen
midafternoon
via
midsummer night heat
w/ a trial @ hand
& fantastically stuck
as passerbys
do so,
wondering like:

“where he staring into?”

meanwhile
deep breaths be had
test
well underway,
out the midst of imagination,
the Rubicon appears,
Ring of Fire,
about us,
bound to be crossed,
one way or another,
changed forever —

fly or die moment.

deeper breaths be had.
concrete jungle behind
central park before.
started walking.
an unthinking automaton.
unwilling to truly trust
just
walk
walk
walking
in central park,
& had a seat,
meditation,
aka,
forwarding of all thought
via
One Direction

the practice has become regular,
but the evil had hit hard.
keep focus’d, anyhow
on One Direction
harder & harder
longer still…
minutes —
hours —
eternities go by,
leaving us behind —
til simultaneously
like —

ping!

opened eyes.
meditative focus,
instilled lazar-like,
even still —
a tunnel of vision that sustains,
in a strange way
akin to permanence…
right then
a phrase, recited —

“I am the master of my fate—
I am the captain of my soul—“

it occurs to him
a new light on —
the Way by which
he’s going to see, hear, think —
One Direction,
like magically,
the one and only way there be.

more images flash —

he thinks on the ‘Condensate,’ sign
in his storage room crib
strewn on the pipe
that run across the room
to the light.

he thinks 'to Condense’
and then,
some more deeply
on this place of living
for nearly the past ~ 3 years

he hears —

onward

onward beyond this.
he continues to think.
sees difficulty.
great challenge.
but
mind heart soul
knows 4 real,
now for certain
the journey
must
go on…

onward

he remembers a passage
from Andre Agassi,
Open
about the tennis pros’s meeting
w/ Nelson Mandela—

“…Mandela talks about the road he’s traveled.
He talks about the difficulty
of all human journeys—
and yet, he says,
there is clarity and nobility
in just being a journeyor.
When he stops speaking,
and takes his chair
I know that my journey,
compared with his,
is nothing,
and yet that’s not his point.
Mandela is saying that every journey is important,
and that no journey is impossible…”

no journey is impossible

and what’s more,
it’s occurs to blondyn
his particular journey,
at the core
isn’t even about him,
but all that has yet to be —
yet to come —
all that remains
to be created b/w us —
a value
that has yet to be proven…
and what to prove?

onward

— the inner voice rings,
and as so,
something evolving beyond…
a new sensibility…
shrewd responsibility
demanded of him—
that’s always been demanded of him—
yet never til now
so wholesomely acknowledged

“why did it take so long?”
— the Q
that presents itself
to b
like Primetime Wonder,
but it doesn’t matter —
time, now.
presence, be
& w/ it,
a newfound commitment
to our journey
beginning.

“…I am now more nearly a grown member of the human race…”

says Agassi

& so like that,
it happened
that yet another turn of the wheel
changed blondyn’s state
in a way
with which
he was unfamiliar,
but nonetheless

open

and being open,
the decision
to deliver the journey

onward

beyond right / wrong
however it go,
do remember,
it all happened
a long time ago,
in a galaxy far,
far away…

blondyn

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

7 28 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 55 – To Whither We Go?

7
28
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 54 – To Whither We Go?

———

“I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul”

William Ernest Henley

———

woke up
2:30 AM
45th street,
Hudson Terrace
aware that I have to come to a decision
& fast

the question, simply —

stability?
or
onward

yet
landing the answer
has been a conundrum of some measure,
w/ so many jigsaw facets
of scintillating aspect
that it be
enough to make 1
marvel w/ exceeding marvel
as to whether we be assembling
big picture,
indeed
or just
by “mendelian ordering”
experiencing
a touch too much the shining…

hear me dear —

“stability”

suggests
continuing along
w/ the state of “livelihood”
as is
@ present —
that is,
continuing along like
a slumdog streetchild
in hell’s kitchen, nyc
scraping by
by and by
w/ all daily affairs incorporated

“onward…”

(?)
however,
would be to basically
“go beyond” —
(?)
to pursue
the
life ∞ love
via the wind —
storm —
(?)
that at any given moment
be
Manhattan.

starting anew sound frash.
and yet
starting @ 0
(…)
can really hammer
the
mind, heart, spirit
to the test…

given we’ve reviewed
the pros / cons
like a Sherlock
by XL mag-glass,
it’d be rather fairly exact
to state that neither “opportunity”
presents itself as
hunky-dory rosy-poesy
but all in all
it’s like Yoda once said:

“always in motion, is the future…”

is our effort + intent sincere?
what are we after and how come or what for?
be it apt
to consider
the rest of the life-changes
that hath appeared in our midst?
is to do the “right thing”
to do that which be
more “logically”
safe + sound,
or does 1 inspire the heart-beat
onward bound for discovery?

only certainty — 
the race
be like Godspeed

always in motion

blondyn

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