January 19th - Quebec, Canada
Journal Entry 10 - "Via Rail"
I can see shadows in the snow. I am beginning to be haunted by voices. There is more to this place than i can see, so i will continue to listen.
There was a bird
who with the absence of words took flight
to the end of the sea and the finish line of the earth.
She perched atop the corner of the world and built three nests.
One of gold, one of silver, and one of clay.
She took a breath, and she let it out.
She took a sigh, then she cried out.
"There is much that i shall bear!
There's a strong wind in the air again."
In the nest of gold she cleansed her coat daily.
In the nest of silver she brought back her food
to save and consume.
In the nest of clay she laid her eggs
and eventually bore children,
and she waited, and waited, and waited, and waited....
On the day the fires came
the nests of gold and silver melted in a
lucid river rushing to the sea
while the nest of clay withstood the heat.
Amen.
The nest of clay was forged into eternity atop the corner of the world,
while the ocean floor was now covered in gold, silver and sand.
So build a house of clay and never, ever, ever, ever underestimate
what the dead can do for the living.
If you listen closely you'll hear the harmony of
every man and woman who has passed away.
But you better believe it's a song for the living.
There's a daunting task ahead
There are snowflakes in our eyes again.
With such a strong chill in the air
Can you tell me, tonight where will we lay our heads to sleep?
Just sleep.
I will travel via rail, then take to the sky. I plan on landing in Jerusalem, and traveling by caravan to India.
Friday, 2 January 2009
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.....
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.....
Winter Solstice
December 21st - Tromso, Norway
Journal Entry 8 - "Winter Solstice"
The nights are beginning to grow rather cold. I find my mind drifiting in the daytime and overcome at nightfall....
I am becoming ever more aware
in this hundred odd day of salty air.
Winter is peeking in through the sky
to defeat, for a while, my tepid smile.
In the eventide i have cried alone
as this pig pond feels less like a home
than any place i've ever been
my life defined by the wind.
Oh what a state i am in.
Winter is a time for reflection, and with a new wind approaching, i can sense patterns in the wind.
Journal Entry 8 - "Winter Solstice"
The nights are beginning to grow rather cold. I find my mind drifiting in the daytime and overcome at nightfall....
I am becoming ever more aware
in this hundred odd day of salty air.
Winter is peeking in through the sky
to defeat, for a while, my tepid smile.
In the eventide i have cried alone
as this pig pond feels less like a home
than any place i've ever been
my life defined by the wind.
Oh what a state i am in.
Winter is a time for reflection, and with a new wind approaching, i can sense patterns in the wind.
Clouds
October 18 - Jerusalem, Israel
Journal Entry 6 - "Clouds"
There is something magical about this place. It rained today...
I like to breathe water
from the clouds
before it turns to rain
it's taste is forgiving
and inviting.
After all that we've said and done,
the sky still gives us the sun every
morning when we wake up.
So feel priveleged that we're the ones,
who are given so much and
yet are so undeserving.
I appreciate when my
skin turns to air.
I am fond of being that weightless.
I appreciate when my lungs are
full of cloud water.
I am thankful for that feeling.
Much like the eyes of an old friend,
I am grateful for that energy.
My plan is to travel north from Jerusalem into Turkey, crossing the Bosporus in Istanbul.
I will continue through eastern Europe to find a place of rest.....
Journal Entry 6 - "Clouds"
There is something magical about this place. It rained today...
I like to breathe water
from the clouds
before it turns to rain
it's taste is forgiving
and inviting.
After all that we've said and done,
the sky still gives us the sun every
morning when we wake up.
So feel priveleged that we're the ones,
who are given so much and
yet are so undeserving.
I appreciate when my
skin turns to air.
I am fond of being that weightless.
I appreciate when my lungs are
full of cloud water.
I am thankful for that feeling.
Much like the eyes of an old friend,
I am grateful for that energy.
My plan is to travel north from Jerusalem into Turkey, crossing the Bosporus in Istanbul.
I will continue through eastern Europe to find a place of rest.....
Birds
Sept 8 - Libreville, Gabon
Journal Entry 5 - "Birds"
Yesterday i met someone.....
Last night i was inspired,
she affected me like sunlight,
providing vitamins necessary for survival.
Her name was a foregin sky painted in auburn,
her voice was the air, enveloping my back, neck and face
her motion was tactful and engaging.
As we said a prayer the night gave us a song
and gave us a voice so we sang along.
As the melody closed so did our eyes
the song stole our heart rhythms,
though we do not die alone
because we were together.
Last night i became overwhelmed by the moon
but it was only her
full of light, full of magic, nurturing the sky.
We hung on each other's notes and rested our heads
counting the question marks inside each other's eyes.
i waded in, waded out of a golden ocean
but left my body way back in the sea.
Still her motion was tactful and engaging.
The air is starting to change, there is something stirring. I have decided to continue my voyage on land.
I am going to make my way through the deserts and jungles of Africa, and eventually cross the Nile.
Journal Entry 5 - "Birds"
Yesterday i met someone.....
Last night i was inspired,
she affected me like sunlight,
providing vitamins necessary for survival.
Her name was a foregin sky painted in auburn,
her voice was the air, enveloping my back, neck and face
her motion was tactful and engaging.
As we said a prayer the night gave us a song
and gave us a voice so we sang along.
As the melody closed so did our eyes
the song stole our heart rhythms,
though we do not die alone
because we were together.
Last night i became overwhelmed by the moon
but it was only her
full of light, full of magic, nurturing the sky.
We hung on each other's notes and rested our heads
counting the question marks inside each other's eyes.
i waded in, waded out of a golden ocean
but left my body way back in the sea.
Still her motion was tactful and engaging.
The air is starting to change, there is something stirring. I have decided to continue my voyage on land.
I am going to make my way through the deserts and jungles of Africa, and eventually cross the Nile.
Harbor
August 8 - Port of Spain, Trinidad & Tobago
Journal Entry 4 - "Harbor"
Here i sit, somewhere in the Port of Spain, debating our existence with someone i've never met.
Read this moment like a rubber-band,
Let it resonate like the birth of a loved one,
please let your opinions be reserved.
You say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete.
You have only found a dead man.
Understanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body.
My words are limited: Their meaning is not.
Our lives are limited: Our existence is not.
Be aware for your eyes have deceived you,
Because everything that you can see
is just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet,
part of a word in a manuscript that never ends.
At this point i'm off on a search to better my tongue,
and for a better description of this state we're all in.
All we need and no more.
I realize how little i know of the world, and soon again i will be lost in the Atlantic, due east.
Journal Entry 4 - "Harbor"
Here i sit, somewhere in the Port of Spain, debating our existence with someone i've never met.
Read this moment like a rubber-band,
Let it resonate like the birth of a loved one,
please let your opinions be reserved.
You say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete.
You have only found a dead man.
Understanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body.
My words are limited: Their meaning is not.
Our lives are limited: Our existence is not.
Be aware for your eyes have deceived you,
Because everything that you can see
is just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet,
part of a word in a manuscript that never ends.
At this point i'm off on a search to better my tongue,
and for a better description of this state we're all in.
All we need and no more.
I realize how little i know of the world, and soon again i will be lost in the Atlantic, due east.
Waves
July 12 - Kingston, Jamaica
Journal Entry 3 - "Waves"
The ocean makes me feel small. I realize that the waves have a purpose, like letters in an alphabet....
Apostolic
Beliefs
Conjure
Divine
Earthly
Faith,
Gainsaying
Heavenly
Intuition,
Juxtaposing
Kindred
Love.
Make
New
Opposition
Providing
Quizzical
Rationality,
Stunning
Treasure,
Undying
Virtuous
Will
XYZ
No prophet has ever been accepted in his own village.
An owl on a hill knows the moon,
And clear as a river
Like flowers we bloom faster when we're further from the shade.
Before you grow old don't get snipped and sold.
So what about animals and all those poor starving souls, is it really worth our time?
Well here's the thing with time!
It's our apartment, and rent is still due even when our skin skips town.
Since we are all dealt zero sum hands,
We should have a little compassion
But people sure can be incompetent at understanding this concept.
Be offended by the things we've done,
Be offended by the shade of our thumbs.
Be offended by just where we stand.
One day i swear....
No empire has ever been true to those that helped it begin.
They say change, as the troubles of a day can be enough to bring me to my knees. I am going to continue on my journey, heading southeast into the sea....
Journal Entry 3 - "Waves"
The ocean makes me feel small. I realize that the waves have a purpose, like letters in an alphabet....
Apostolic
Beliefs
Conjure
Divine
Earthly
Faith,
Gainsaying
Heavenly
Intuition,
Juxtaposing
Kindred
Love.
Make
New
Opposition
Providing
Quizzical
Rationality,
Stunning
Treasure,
Undying
Virtuous
Will
XYZ
No prophet has ever been accepted in his own village.
An owl on a hill knows the moon,
And clear as a river
Like flowers we bloom faster when we're further from the shade.
Before you grow old don't get snipped and sold.
So what about animals and all those poor starving souls, is it really worth our time?
Well here's the thing with time!
It's our apartment, and rent is still due even when our skin skips town.
Since we are all dealt zero sum hands,
We should have a little compassion
But people sure can be incompetent at understanding this concept.
Be offended by the things we've done,
Be offended by the shade of our thumbs.
Be offended by just where we stand.
One day i swear....
No empire has ever been true to those that helped it begin.
They say change, as the troubles of a day can be enough to bring me to my knees. I am going to continue on my journey, heading southeast into the sea....
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