FIZZING

Hello there. This is an experiment. I don’t know what I want to say, but I like walking with you. How are you? Isn’t life just great sometimes? Sometimes the moon is full, sometimes the clouds are packed with rain and lightning strikes and sometimes music flows freely towards you. Molecules seem to fit together nicely and the flow stays frictionless. “In Kurzweil’s future, biotechnology and nanotechnology give us the power to manipulate our bodies and the world around us at will, at the molecular level.” (Lev Grossman, 2045, ‘The Year Man Becomes Immortal‘, in Time magazine, Feb 21, 2011)

“Don’t worry baby,” sings Brian Wilson, yes, “Everything will turn out alright. Don’t worry baby,” in such high strings. “Whatever happens, it won’t be bad,” said India, my four year old friend with the blonde bob from Australia. “And she said, don’t worry baby,” said Wilson, “Don’t worry baby, everything will turn out alright.” Indeed, is seems exactly that it is. And what next? And what is this drawing within me towards directing, and oil painting, and fully expressing myself? How blessed I feel to have the freedom, a special kind of freedom in fact, a freedom of the inner self, a mastery over the soul, as Ben Kingsley shared with me – an alchemy, a personal grasp of alchemy – with which to undertake the destiny of a life?

I am full to the brim, and God knows I have been at a stone-cement bottom, the metallic edge at the base of that which has a brim. And now, all is needed is to simply keep myself in check, to embrace the madness, to fill and fill and fill! Add more! Put more in there, more of what I love! Let’s see if I can handle it! I notice when my hands and arms are balancing it all, juggling, grappling, as if I held baskets of flowers and fruits and things, I thrive on the fullness. The pruning is what’s great, though. The pruning of what’s not necessary and what’s not essential. I love this process. This gardening process. The fertilizer does taste funny at first, even bitter, even bad, but what fertile fertilizer is this that grows us bigger, better!

I have found my wings to fly again, I have found a truth in me. I have not found THE truth, you see, but I’ve found what makes me free.

For some reason also, I can’t stop writing in rhyme. It must be all the Dr Seuss, the library, Madeline. I can’t stop reveling in this blissful glee, this moment of fullness fresh. I don’t know where I’m going, or what just happened, less.

There were Dim Sum lunches had at noon, gelatinous chicken wings on ice at best. I passed under a bridge today, where people would not rest: They were steaming peanuts, selling shoes, looking at my feet. I’m really very tall you see, for them, it’s craziness.

There was lychee sorbet, Spinal Tap, 5 oranges for 2: two dollars spent on 5 juice balls. How great! He bought a few. I’m enjoying such strange alchemy, happening in my brain. I never thought it would come out this way, I don’t even know your name.

Anyway, it’s getting late, and poems and videos spawn. There’s so much I want to share with you, and so much to vibe on. There’s so much wonder in the world, and yet so few things left to do. The only thing left for me, is to continue writing you.