physics of unStatic

ever do hiking? most people have, how about road biking? omg, an experience you will not get enough of despite the pains, Pleasure/Pain try it you'll dig it!

the road ate me up today
it came at me straight up from asphalt
embedded with little pebbles still,
at a certain angle, seeming to stretch
with my sedentary, mesmerized stare
as i peddled my road bike -
ponderingly thankful for its 24 gears 

uphill by gravity’s fight and mockery
yet with 1st gear i prevailed
did not fall prey to its onslaught
did not dismount once from my mechanical steed
though i slowed to a 1 mile per hour crawl
i prevailed with strong, though short bursts 
of air’s inhalation/exhalation 
and faithful relentless muscular fortitude 
within my legs and willful thought’s impetus

trees flashed by, shrubs, rocks, green slopes of foothills
california poppys, yellow and orange
stillness, though a rush of breeze’s flow past my ears

wonderful driving this bike
though strenuous rather than driving a vehicle
dependent upon an internal combustion engine

the next best thing would have been walking,
my most favorite thing to do, 
more quiet -
less, to no wind shear noise in my ear
the sound - crunch, snap, crackle,
mesmerizing vibrations of music 
created by footsteps on the ground
be it soil, be it sand, gravel or asphalt -
is sheer delight

let me define the delight, if you don’t mind
it is like a massage without hands touching you
it is like sweet flowing matter, 
its particles seemingly random, 
unordered, ungathered into notes
or sheet’s measures -
it is a wondrous song of walk

far above the noise of the city, it’s rancor, it’s violence
or even, and especially - its buzz of daily business or living

each step brings you closer to your objective
try it

mine is a point, preplanned, predestined in my sleep
from the foundations of my birth
to be discovered,
to be approached with lowly legs
legs of a human who simply wants to move
away from origins, 

for a little slice of piece and peace -
walk, listen, 
walk, mesmerize 
think the preponderance of thought
while releasing endorphin’s, weightiness of pressure 
and stress this world by man’s nature exudes

whether walking, whether riding,
enter into the fourth dimensional aspects of existence
one: speed, 
two: time, 
three: distance 
four: all of these three to create velocity

outside of 3 dimensional confines
the yaw, the pitch, the roll 
with speed of sweet movement
into the 4th level 

in it, you will attain an understanding 
and feeling, and wonder 
and experience that is unforgettable

so get off the couch, off the computer and move about
and think about what you’ve just read
be cool 

if we could move in the 5th 
we would move back as into the past
but enough problems exist in dealing with the present
let the sleeping dogs of past events lie
and worrying about the future die

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[Solar]

'the next best thing would have been walking

and the poem describes it at its best - that feeling of moving into another dimension! 'it is like sweet flowing matter'


'trees flashed by, shrubs, rocks, green slopes of foothills
california poppys, yellow and orange
stillness, though a rush of breeze’s flow past my ears'

aah - a perfect invitation to get on yer bike!

[RuseInex]

Solar, do you know what my soul's perfect poet's mate? Your comment means gobs, when you quote my lines above it is a charge of first caliber effect, and yes, bike does increase inspiration as was the case when i rode those 54 miles with my son two days ago, i wrote the prose in my head and transferred to written form, i gotta catch up on my reading of your work!