The Art of Diffusing Energy

We live in the flicker may it last as long as the earth keeps rolling -Heart of darkness.

On this day being May 22 we decided to celebrate Sun Ras birthday with the art of diffusing energy, garb in my free flow linolenic,  partly to give Credence to the sun, the source of all life and energy. I put on my earpeice and press play on the Sound of Joy album - it goes " Sound of Joy !!, hihats rannn rann"...
Walking the street while blowing a flute, I proceed to diffuse my energy back into the atmosphere in a bid to return back to my empty. Poinards of the air seep in deep and become self bloated, all are contrived unchecked so says the monkey chant of Kecak, We might as well been gibbering, it doesn't makes sense as I don't know how to play the flute, but I blow on air with following the rhythm of what I hear, and it's a hollow out, a lighter gait.
Marshall Allen living to a hundred is evidence of a pack light, so old is Billy Harper whose "Is it Not true simply because You cannot Believe" soundtrack the perfect march past, it's going forward, marching front and marching back, front three times, back also.
Someone is with the cymbals, another plays the drum and we are waft of the sound bath moving noisily along.

I keep on blowing the flute diffusing my energy, to the atmosphere sequestering carbon. I use a flute to blow out my pain, hate, regret and sadness. And I can't hear what I play, it's my intent that I play , I close my eyes u and my imagination applauds. The imaginary have just as much effect and power as the real so says the the Buddha so says Sun Ra, so pick your reel focus your mind on the land with pearl, agate, lapis lazuli and carnelian, Sunny says focus your mind on space, that is the place. Suddenly the earth and it's tresses become bearable a mere stepping stone, treasures in a stowaway gives a purity of mind which ensures the purity of this land. Imagination is free, hasn't hurt anybody, Are you from out of space?, Why Yes. What's that you are doing? I just diffuse my energy from time to time. 

Synthesia!!!!!

You see the colors, your 'mindless blowing' carry a paint, its a blue, a yellow, a mellow. You continue and the earth seems to fade like a Matisse painting into blur, you are your own sound swaddle, your space ship, gliding through space, up is down and down is up. One with the earth spinning assuredly through empty space.

The art of diffusing energy could be helpful in prisons, allowing prisoners do a dancing and calisthenics under a jazz song much like the afformentioned, it reaffirms a man's freedom, thrones his space, a very spiritual experience 

In my room, I whirl like a dervish while listening to Santana's and McLaughlin's Love Devotion and Surrender, and the Life Divine swirls me further, and my energy dissipates dissolves into the atmosphere, I stay my spinning, unable to stop myself and for a moment that is true alignment with the Earth doing so for millions of years, and I could find nothing to stop me then, not money, not love, nothing, I just spin, losing and acquiring at the same time, the life of all my lives, a reminder of my fickleness and I die for a just a little while.

I am trekking from Agindigbi through Allen to Ikeja, blowing a flute diffusing energy, I remember a Felix on the mountain top in Gyel playing a trumpet every morning, joined by whoever, whenever, wherever, giving back to this planet and atmosphere it's own contrivances, to emptying the base. Sighing Long live Sun Ra, space is not just the place, it's the space. 

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