WANDERING ALBATROSS

Throw caution to the wind. She knows what to do with it. Follow me. We’ll have fun playing under the desert sun. As you, I need to feel free. I am. That’s why I am so fond of you. I see me in you and love what I see. You have wings that never stop flapping. You are a great wandering royal albatross.

As dusk turns its cover,  the rising moon will extend an olive branch. It is a great honor for us. Grateful, bedazzled, with euphorica brimming over our trembling lips, we shall graciously accept. Over the oceanic river of our ineffable mind, a starry domed astrolabe will sparkle ovations. You have never seen anything like it. I promise you. Shooting stars from inner space circle thrice. They’ll then take their dive kissing heaven on the other side. We’ll watch holy coyotes yelping shouts, throw cactus darts at cunning hares. Life being lived without dark imagining is life being lived.

Have you ever met a kit fox? The last time I was there, it was a full moon past midnight, silence & solitude with no one anywhere in sight. Appearing from as if thin air, a kit fox trots a few meters ahead of my car. She just as mysteriously stops to stare at me with a smile. What a smile. What a night. Come this way, she beckoned me. I was enchanted. 

All along her pathway to surrender, she searched for specks of gold. Almighty God, she found plenty, too. Her mischievous smile seemed awfully bold for such a tiny thing. She, the kit fox; nothing at all but her luminous smile & two of the biggest ears you will ever see. She tripped me out. You’ll trip out too, I promise you. I promise, you won’t be afraid {as I am now}. I promise you, if you follow your heart’s desire, I’ll run away with you. I promise you. I can’t promise you tomorrow, but I can promise you that.

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