I spent three days at the coast. My purpose for going other than being close to my eternal love, the sea, I needed to find that place again that carries me through all difficulties. I was afraid I had let it escape from my focus too much...that silent burning place that is my Self, acting as both the filament that connects me to all and separates me from all and keeps me whole.
I went with a friend that doesn't mind my silence, what more could i have asked for.
I found this place where I want to have a farm one of these days, once I have grown weary of the world and wish to end my days with only the sounds of animals, the sea, the earth, the sound of my growing crops. Like I've said so many times: "Alls I need is a plot of land" I have returned to that but nobody gets it when I say it, not like the YJC.
In returning to this place I have partially surrendered to my current position in life, my job as it were, of being the responsible one. I need acceptance not rebellion and anger. I need that bottomless love that I used to feel for everyone. I miss it.
"The path we're fated for,
That we walk;
All fated with a path,
that we stalk."
by some Italian artist.
Found in "Said the Pesoptimist"
All of my relations.
1 comment:
...you can have all of the silence you want... :)
...but you're proabably gonna have to let me stay at your farm... till then,
peace, love, & anarchy,
a fellow dreamer
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