Beacon of Beats

Stridefully, Semi-Selfie featuring as seen amongst Manhattan’s Midtown East Murray Hill

Frissoning

All the spaces to stomp
Bearings
that carry
how we’ll marry
the merriment
of global qualities
Small or tall
nearby or asunder
Amorous amulets
You only keep if you’ve found
The pep precept
Treading
Bothering to be
a beacon of beats
Forever playing footsie
with Planet Earth

Your Fitbit may tell you how many steps your feet have taken today. But it will never tell you how far your soul has traveled. ~The Rumi Prescription by Melody Moezzi

I’m habitually en route. I think that I headed out of the womb already in transit. Well-oiled insides from a matrix of sauntering seekers. Herein, I like to believe that I chose my parents largely because they’re multicultural-minded wanderlusters. Meaning, I came in with a good few parcels of my path manifoldly destined to conceptualize each day as an observational present simply waiting for me to tear into it. My cells seem to have cosmopolitan coursing through all of them. They get so jazzed at the mere idea of meeting everything unconventional. Probably still in motion from an odyssey of reincarnated lifetimes, ever propelling me onward. Generically gyrating, I’m a ‘more’ type of babe. Supply me a sampler taste and indubitably I’ll…