8 7 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 63 — lift off

8
7
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 63 — lift off

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“To Infinity… and Beyond!”

Buzz Lightyear

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blondyn

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6 5 2015 - Chapter 18 - Fly Visionary Fly

6
5
2015

Chapter 18

Fly Visionary Fly

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“Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water.”

—Bruce Lee

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—type type type—

and cut!—that’s a draft.

blondyn collapsed across grassy hilltop like love at last…

lower back—panging.
hyper-extended Achilles—refraining.
leg muscles—tightening, aka, threatening cramps / requesting additional high-voltage post-run stretching.

meanwhile,
blondyn lost
to something like sanctity.

don’t think, he thought.
take 5, he added—
5 minutes to just breath & let the skin sip Sun inside ya…

just then,
a kite swing into sight above.

under weight of the sun,
blondyn turned head.

a girl.
6 or 7?
one-handed + high-flying her kite like newborn natural.

“musta up'n jumped the cradle…”

so get the shot!

blondyn oust’d iPhone—
swiped / framed shot—
girl / kite—bottom left—
freedom tower—top right—
click!
snap!
flash!
and the youth fall back beneath a draft of seeds breezy ‘bove he.

“and just how long can one keep up this exactly?”

thought beckoned—

see those?
seeds of nyc—
stories to be sown & grown unto the dream of truth / beauty.

“okie.”

now if you’re mindful, hearty, moving
some those seeds may bloom way to blondy,
'kay?

“okie.”

remember, babe—
one day, sunset;
til then, sunrise—
so ride & write & ride it high
imaginary blessings happen all ways—
(fly visionary fly)

as watching on the seeds
& the kite swinging in + out the scene—
he reflected on what it all could possibly mean—

blondyn

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5 25 2015 - Chapter 7 - Lo & Behold!

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25

2015

Chapter 7

Lo & Behold!

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“A good traveler has no fixed plans

and is not intent upon arriving.

A good artist lets his intuition

lead him wherever it wants.

A good scientist has freed himself of concepts

and keeps his mind open to what is.”

-Tao Te Ching

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lost.

out to sea.

like at present—

all ‘board,

upon a Tall Ship,

all 'lone,

one hand in pocket;

other one

jazz snappin’

to the Thelonious lull

of ocean roll

b/w reflections of the downtrodden backstory—

(http://jonblondyn.blogspot.com/)—

as concentrating on the scintillating visionary—

(happening)—

all midst orchestrating

the AElixir of Mind Heart Spirit

Unto a Singularity of The Wind

To sex his sails hunky dory

like a feature presentation of direction unbound.

just like that,

in essence,

found—

“land ho!”

o blondyn.

there he go again.

only dude on deck,

narrating himself third person—

(or is it 2nd…?)—

as towin’ lines,

hoistin’ sails,

envisionin’ Kingdom Come on the Horizon

to which he head.

“ah… home sweet home,” says blondyn, “journalism poetry.”

and just like that,

with chapter 1, hardly on,

he fancies he’s crossed the rubicon fine line of his destiny.

o blondyn.

“better let my friends in on it.”

he makes a dash over to the treasure chest

where letters ‘i-m-a-g-i-n-e’

been carved with a Bowie Knife.

go figure.

he kicks off the lock,

opens it up,

pulls out a Message In A Bottle,

throws it overboard

and claps the hard work off his hands

just like he done the time before.

“this time different tho,” he fathoms, “this time, getting learn’d on a Tao Te Ching Approach to the Day.”

and without being all too keen on what it means

he takes a deep breath

and just like that

blows winds in the sails

full speed yonder,

all the while unknowing

the reality of the scene—

he asleep on the streets of nyc

dreaming up this dream

at present.

~

blondyn