Whimsicle minds..

Free Fallin’

 

Anywhere was possible and everything accessible, even the majesty of the low’s, the highs or even just a mishmash of any event excitable or not.  The wondrous awe and capacity for spinning tale’s or weaving tapestry’s of any wonder or magnificence and equally any deprived abode, would always be fine pickings for the lustrous mind..  The same could be said for the non-spontaneous, the grim or the macabre.  Yes, the mind could luncheon out anywhere with any venue and equally any tall order as it so desired.  The very fact that it is a functioning orgasm of no fixed abode makes it a bit of a gypsy in terms of  roaming and doing what it so very well likes..

She sat in motion surroundings with moving people of vehicles gauging their way past her whilst she sipped her coffee potently fixed pondering her day with motionless vigour.  Whispering to self she baited the next coming of steps, trawling through that pondering whimsical mind of hers she so very often would caress.  Now her aim was obviously that of  pleasure, for self deprivation was never a tantalizing dish to savour not for any abode and certainly not of any  of hers.  She gave great thought to the steps ahead between sips, before plunging into emotion.  Triggering that ball pool of varying emotions, which were always needed to grasp and salvage the very missions she had in mind to hand.  This was always her engine for firing up her tasks..  One wrong move though or incorrect emotion of balance and the non-correspondent to her whimsical thoughts would be condemned to misery, for both were either a match or discord, the slightest deviant would suffice either.  Simply put, she’d finally grasped the idea after long trawling’s through endless pits of discomfort and unease.  To work though both had to match, yes agree or else mayhem would strike or at least turmoil her existing world.  Yes, it is no joke or coincidence that mind, emotion and body have to share the same bed, their driving force ‘intent,’ yes for without her there is no-show.  So, my friends my point for this mini philosophical debatable story, or rather point, is that without the equal collaboration or valour of harmonious sync for all these three amigo’s, one’s show may be doomed to un-success or at least mediocre existence..  That is until acknowledged, always a familiar and wanting case in myself anyhow at the very least.  But and yet, yes my most curious form to date is acknowledging that this fine trio must collaborate from heart in order for any fine spirit to sore..  Yes sore!  Fine flying my beautiful friends..  Namaste.

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