He threw a feather to the wind.....

Something so sure and fluid
Inside him there is a molten stained-glass window reasonating with heat and light.
He walked to the bluff silently, with the prowess of a sleek jungle cat and released a long grey feather into the sun and wind.
Like seeds falling as helicopters do, it spun.
Back past his face and down to the grass.

A mystery, this shining person.
Weilding multiple languages and twirling kicks like it is nothing.
Knowing everyone in his world who passes by, and smiling.
Eating exotic purple foods and tossing muted friendliness and encouragement.
Admiration grows in me, though I long not to appear shy and wanting.
Music flowing from him, nature seeping through his comfortable brown skin,
How I long to have that much grace and confidence.

Over 500 kicks today
My cartwheels (Au) suffered toward the end and I felt dizzy
Overwhelmed by his design, testing I am sure
How serious am I about this training? To what measure will I stand?
More than anything I want to grasp this art of the game and
I want my kaleidoscope to melt.
I want to walk with silent, balanced, agile steps.

I have a long way to go, I said, aknowledging my struggle. Smiling.
We all do, he affirmed.
I have never seen a man throw a feather in the wind, calling on his native instincts.
I miss my people, I crave some peace and good company. Maybe through becoming better company to myself I will find those deep currents that draw one back to the begining.
Spiralling from ego and landing in the soft grass.

Thanks, Bruno.