There is no containment of emotion
A journey looming
My epic time: an epopeya frame
On a pedal
But no longer repeating myself
Born to bloom
There are ripples and jiggles
In the stomach it's all wiggles
A route undiscovered
The Old Continet at night in a tent
Will I be robbed?
Will I be run over by a truck?
Will I be forgotten?
Will I disappear in a gipsy's guitar?
Life as it happens
A new project into the unexpected
The risk of testing the body
Of elevating a commitment
Of taking on the challenge of celebrating 30
How do you raise knowledge of what 30 means?
How do you capture the craft of living three decades?
Of the evolution of sounds heard and of friendships felt?
Of love never felt and the void of no drawer sharing space?
How do you account for the primary makers of you who have dissipated?
How do you thanks the ones who remain?
It rocks like 30
It smells like 30
How do you do single out three learnings?
How do you allow yourself to more love making?
How do you pause to claim that what you are is what you want?
A virgin? Always
A guru? No longer
A rocker? Yes please
What 30 accounts is just rapid living
Growth into own for many
Decoupling off the body
Off from what we once were and what we now are
We are young
We are stronger
Will I become reptile?
Will I have a broken heart?
Will I get to gratitude for this freedom of movement?
Known present
Craft knowledge
Cut edge
Forward it
Craft your master piece
30 for 30