1267) Published: Poem: Hypo-Manic? Yes, for a while, I’m afraid I was

Titled 02:32, Saturday, 29th May 2010 AD

Written, typed and posted 09:34, Sunday, 30th May 2010 AD

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1267) Hypo-Manic? Yes, for a While, I’m afraid I was

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Lately, certain stimuli have appeared

that fired me up

and created a “high” mood of elation

a hypo-manic state

of dynamic creativity, inspired excitement

and social behavior that was in danger of becoming

not just annoying

but positively social florid

and a walking disaster to any social situation.

So, I was busy in my daily grind

and in Westgate Library

took time off to slow down a bit and relax

and ended up reading “RFK”

and bingo, sharp acceleration

back up to warp factor 20 again!

Add to that, a spirit-filled House-Group in Cutteslowe

which intoxicated me with the Holy Spirit

to an astonishing extent

and not only warp factor 20

but that top speed was reached

which seemed to initiate the flux capacitor

and “the ship” started to disappear

as if it was “evaporating” or “being taken up into the air”

in a mood and perception of rapturous joy;

“you couldn’t make it up!”

I cycled home at Mach 4 with my herat, soul, mind and body on fire

like The Torch in The Fantastic Four

and flying at a fair wack as well!

As I sped on “Steinbeck/Steincheck” Kidlington-wards

I meditated on my state of mind

and this extraordinary level of physical energy and dynamism

this physical capacity for exercise, exertion

and (bi)cycling at such high speed

with such ease

for so long

without the least weariness or tiredness

and surmised that this is an intoxication

a fever of the mind

resulting from just a hint

of a slight taste of freedom

of spiritual liberation, emancipation and empowerment

after decades of incarceration

as an emotional Prisoner of Mother England (PomME)

released from his straight-jacket

and not soeeding out of his comfort zone

out of his box like a bat out of hell,

and I recognized that this intoxication

was POTENTIALLY dangerous, destabilizing

and without B3 as niacinamide

would probably cause a chain reaction

that would result in a 5th hospitalization

but with this excellent level of brain functioning

and connectivity between my right and left hemispheres

the right-brain creativity

is still being moderated, monitired and a=oaccsionally censored and controlled

by my left-brain rationalioty

so evberything is cool and chilled

and the dilithnium crustals are NOT getting bhurned out or even dcrained

Kirj is NOT losing the plt

Svcotty is happy

and Kirk’s attitude to mission imperatives and parameters

is not hyperbolic, extreme, panicked or otherwise irrational

but “Steady as she goes, Mr Chekov”

and Spock is quietly confident and happy

that “The Captain” is doing a “good job”

Ans as my friend Uldis would say

“Job’s a good ‘un!”

though the other night

another source of stimulation

threatened to cause a bit of buffeting and turbulence

as I neared a sound barrier

at a Baha’i fireside showing a slide show on the Life of Baha’u’llah

and what started well as reasonable comments to elucidate on the slide show

tended to deteriorate into a display of embarrassing florid social childishness and overblown elation

which annoyed somewhat the social and emotional maturity

of these young Baha’i university students

who have as is the wont of this their next generation

their heads planted firmly on their shoulders

and I went home with my tail between my legs

ashamed that I’d yet again blotted my copy-book

with huge globs of ugly black ink

only to be rescued by sticking to the Covenant like a clam

and reciting the TVB (Tablet of Visitation of Baha’u’llah) at 04:00 on the dot

and by doing so slowly, deliberately and to the extent possible “from the heart”

and the run away chain-reaction and sticky Toyota accelerator pedal

was no longer a problem

and a potential lethal accident averted again

by turning to Him

for perspective, guidance, and

assistance in walking this unbelievably astonishing spiritual path

with my feet planted firmly on Terra Firma

though my heart and soul are soaring in the immensity of space

and having a ball!