Nightflight Dreams

From onset of puberty on through my early twenties I had frequent flyer dreams. Like learning to ride a bike, I was nocturnally certain just the right balance of body focus and mind flexibility would lead to inevitable lift-off. Perhaps it was not a coincidence that the more daylight time riding my first and last red three-speed bike, the more likely I was to invest my nightflights in flying forward and yet flexibly floating free to soar with stars float and spin with the moon looking down and back and out at EarthTribe's AquaMarine Home, laced with also flying cumulus fluffs of vaporous white, as ephemeral as identity myself. Adolescent hubris, I know, to imagine floating flexibly with just sufficient internal focus, balance, centering as if a Bodhisattva Flyer of space as time traveling forward future and backward pasts, outer becomings swelling with inner flying beings co-gravitating contracting concentric balance, dreams of humane-growing flight as inhalation, internal as external exhalation mindbody co-operation, co-optation, co-present floating flights of dreamscaped transparent night. In my dream we remain free to fly, free from mind v body polarities, spirit-nature remains inspiring bodies, spiral flying full-flight dreams of economic and political and psychological EarthTribe Revolutions.