6 13 2015 - life 25 love - starry night

6
13
2015

life 25 love

starry night

———

“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore…”

Dorothy

———


hey…
u made it.
what,
surprised?
come here then
‘n don’t wait.
stars and aurora on all night,
but for time being,
jetstream strong right here.
want u2get aligned
with a good feel on it.

well come now, kid—
don’t make him stomp—
climb up them cloud fluffs with hustle like 'can’t wait.’
work it, babe.
all the way up.
right beside me.
closer yet.
now.

count of three,
gonna swing you right in front me here,
hold you in place a sec.
til i sense u poised—
want some time to think on it?
good then—
3
2
1

whoosh

yeah.
so said it for sound effect,
u feel it, tho,right?
okay to let go?
i’ll hold another sec.
takes a minute to get centered
blows steady by pulse, yes?
lean in.
right like that.
3
2
1
you’re doing it.
holding your own, now.
ya proud,
but really take it in—
starry night by borealis—
aurora by milky way-light—
carving evening darkness
as tho only to get through to u.

and how it be like it?
strangely new?
windy ordinary?
lots of ways to see by this view.
and with earth down there
and space up beyond…
well…
even more curious to imagine
what perspective to hold on most true.
think long as we’re mindful/heartfelt,
we’ll do well
to create,
make a memory,
fly yon.

so ready?
well c'mon,
can’t post here all night—
high time to ride for dawn,
fly by streamline
via new discovery color / form we’re to face.
everything forever coming and going anyway, right?
and with arrival,
most exciting,
well what’s there to explain?

let’s one another together
ride this string of starry night
to natural rhythm
of
life ∞ love
like

whoosh

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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