Snowflakes

Dec 22 - Reykjavik, Iceland
Journal Entry 9 - "Snowflakes"


I am lost somewhere in the Norwegian sea, praying for the North Atlantic. I shall find my way to land.


There was a man, rich in the world
He said "I have saved my money,
so now i'll buy everything i could want,
then i will lack nothing."
His intentions seemed fair. The same night he died.

There's a drought inside the huiman mind,
and near the end the head expands with iridescent light
that spills into the holes, inside the human heart,
and once it's full the heart explodes and offers us new life.

A body is not a home, free will is not an art
the wind can either help a sail or rip it apart,
show me a cornerstone, it will be the stone
that others cast away and have since deemed unfit,
we're not as much a part of earth as we see fit.

Human experience can be a misleading guide to
(the true nature of things)
shadows our humanistic view.


I will depart southwest on the Atlantic and travel through the strait of Belle Isle. I plan to make my way down the St. Lawrence River.....