Sailing Free Air (Story Form)
By Jimmy
Sailing Free Air (Story Form)Sails puff full with eager force,as the eastern air blows-up his gray nostrils;he glides his wife across the salted plains,in search of escaping thoughts;away from confined societies,that live and work within clean boxed edges.As the sun cools it's rim unto the sea,humming sounds of the rudder break calmness,slicing onto another fresh pallet of ocean;liquid imprints of his journey without history,no mark to log his travels lived;or other trails before him.Bleakness; no structures surround the vessel,a stillness, with movement; bouncing waves; calmness introduces serenity to encirclethe bodies of atmospheres that bridge,humankind and mother nature;balance to a beautiful exuberant moment.Spitting whitecaps, wash away past stains;it frees his mind of spent thoughts;his gain; a freshness in soul;just content; plainness of the nothingness;without distraction of commoditiesto drag trivial infractions into his minds view.Diving deep into his past thoughts, layadrenaline flows across his face;frozen grins stretch across a vast ocean,as he sails inside the future of harmony;counting diamond stars against a black screen;his body cleansed with inner peace.His journeys foregoing far distances,to the edges, where no man has hung a hat;floating upon his liquid road of desert,an eventual momentum pulls his crafttoward the direction of consciousness;to anchor in the harbor of experiences,...... back to his box of life's intrusions.© J Fossier 1/01 Written January 1st, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 11:08 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Sailing Free Air (Story Form)Sails puff full with eager force,as the eastern air blows-up his gray nostrils;he glides his wife across the salted plains,in search of escaping thoughts;away from confined societies,that live and work within clean boxed edges.As the sun cools it's rim unto the sea,humming sounds of the rudder break calmness,slicing onto another fresh pallet of ocean;liquid imprints of his journey without history,no mark to log his travels lived;or other trails before him.Bleakness; no structures surround the vessel,a stillness, with movement; bouncing waves; calmness introduces serenity to encirclethe bodies of atmospheres that bridge,humankind and mother nature;balance to a beautiful exuberant moment.Spitting whitecaps, wash away past stains;it frees his mind of spent thoughts;his gain; a freshness in soul;just content; plainness of the nothingness;without distraction of commoditiesto drag trivial infractions into his minds view.Diving deep into his past thoughts, layadrenaline flows across his face;frozen grins stretch across a vast ocean,as he sails inside the future of harmony;counting diamond stars against a black screen;his body cleansed with inner peace.His journeys foregoing far distances,to the edges, where no man has hung a hat;floating upon his liquid road of desert,an eventual momentum pulls his crafttoward the direction of consciousness;to anchor in the harbor of experiences,...... back to his box of life's intrusions.© J Fossier 1/01..."