'tatin'

Coupla days ago got up and after the usual stuff was sorted and taken care of I went to the Sit Place to do the rise belly, fall belly and ya know what it felt fantastic. These things can come along, just like that, from outta the blue. Remember runnin' in the old days, runnin' through Cardiff docks when it was still a place of aching mystery an' you could pace past the abandoned cranes on the quayside. Sometimes it felt like you would be able to run on what felt like limitless energy. Fantastic. Awesome. Infinity at the tips of ya feet.

Yeah, yeah, the rise belly, fall belly...back to that. It was one of those times when it felt like I could have sat for hours; body was just so in tune, body so relaxed. Mind happy and really that feeling came from outta the land of I don't kwow where but there ya go it was just there. The feeling, the bliss, the taste o' de empty incredible. Anything could have been taken on board, whatever floated through the stream was OK. Know what I mean? Any kinda thoughts, feelings, sounds and the movements of the world outside(outside? inside? what's the difference?). All so damn embracable, felt like a definitive statement of truth. Space. That world. Space to accommodate, space to be willin'. Able to allow all kinda things to roll through the door, rest for a while and then move on, just like they always do baby, just like they always do...

strikin' ole' bag o' bones,
the earth revolves around the sun
an' the sun revolves around the galactic centre,
all so far away from where I sit,
but not really.

Swiss Trippin' - Part 1

Gotta write something but I dunno what to write. Speed of life keeps the world spinnin'...

Swiss trippin'. Took a short trip to Switz to see the Dalai Lama in Lausanne. Kinda nervous on the day of flyin' as a matter of fact. Nerves get jangled these days when I have to go up in the air and the only thing I could do to stay cool was drink a lotta water...

Y'know, it's gettin' too much to write from memories...Gettin' all chronological an' layin' things down on the page in a straight pattern is a dead end game for me these days. Aint no inspiration there, aint no chance of sparks flyin'... Thoughts keep knockin' round my head of writin' about our short trip to Switz which was purely a spiritual journey to see an' take inititaion from the Dalai Lama but what you see in the above paragraph is gonna be pretty much the best I can come up with if ya want me to take a trip down memory lane in an ordely fashion. Jus' can't write like that no more...can't stay on the pump, gotta break free an' explore the garage!

Mon night, another workin' week under way. Kinda realised that Mon is the day that in the office always goes slowest. Time badly drags on a Mon afternoon. Dunno why. Might just be the collective energy of the population pullin' back the clocks, unwillingly of course, but inverse progression to the assumption of wishes is the name o' da game out there in the inconceivable universe of inexplicable bein'. Result? The clocks punch ya!

Memories of Switz...snapshots that need to be taken before they disappear into the those dark halls of half memory never to fully come back. Takin' the train from Geneva to Lausanne, sittin' back, a Happy Jack, lettin' it all wash over me, this strange landscape of Switzerland, foreign signs from outta the crosswires of infinity, high fivin', an' hintin' at dreams I've had for years an' years, like I'm rollin' over in the deep an' I'm blissin'.

That's just the way it is in this spinnin' world an' there aint much ya can do about it. Better to move on an' try to catch what's fresh. Sittin' here an' one minute I think I must be the luckiest guy in the world an' the next most definitely not. Flux of emotions, bobbing up an' down on the bay of right an' wrong, good an' bad, happy an' sad, very much down in the valleys of worldy emotions. What to do? Jus' ride it thro' an' do ya best to enjoy the view.