Hurray for The Fast Walker!

Suppose you could write as swift as you can walk down to town. On a bright springtime morning. Wouldn’t that be lovely...you would prefer to go a little slower, but then you would miss your appointment. Just walk as quick as you can. No running of course and mind your breathing in and out. Couldn’t you have taken an earlier start, you Lazy Boy, you Dullheaded Good for The Great Nothingness…


Don’t look around, say “GoodEveningToYouAllThere” and smile nicely but don’t interrupt that rhythmic pace. Never mind that you could catch a cold because of the cold wind blowing through the valley. As you cross the river over the long long bridge. You only have a few minutes to go but do not forget yourself and your promisses to get there In Time. Don’t think you would be in need of some Eternal Patience, which stems from your breathing Hara-Belly.


While walking and greeting some people, you might hear birds singing their morning song. Without looking for places and origins, because there is no time to loose. No time to ...loose?
Shouldn’t you hold on your everyday time-consciousness, trash your chronological agenda? Shouldn’t you render yourself  - while walking - completely, that mundane time-feeling included? Keep trusting your feet. Say “F***YourAppointment”...I’m free to enjoy my morning walk. Why couldn’t you afford yourself that kind of Freestyle Writing, Elegantly, Poetically & Swift?

Writing as performing a formless infinite, almost without finish...