Can't get enough

... of watching the sky, the moon, the clouds 

and the geese flying while honking.

It is so gloomy down here lately.

A l'assaut de la Ramasse...

... avec Ririe.

 

Camden Town 1997, 1998 or 1999?

Who cares about what year is was?

Sometime at the end of last millennium.

We were kind of wondering if it would be the last...

Would we make through?

Were we about to witness the end of the world?

We certainly were 

Cos' the world ain't the same as it used to be

Seems like it was yesterday

Seems like it was another life

Hadn't probably slept for days

Probably high on substances

Life was an endless crazy party 

There was the urge, the rage, the craving to live

NOW

There was the urge, the rage, the craving to heal

NOW

There was the urge, the rage, the craving to forget

NOW

There was the urge, the rage, the craving to start 

ALL OVER AGAIN

The foolish thought that if you ran fast enough

You'd escape from your mind

That if you fought hard enough

You'd be all right

Then came salvation 

In the smoky shape of inspiration

A hand gripping you when you're about to fall

A shoulder to cry on when the pain is past bearable

A body to lean on when your own can stand no more

Siblings, lovers, friends, mentors

Beings who speak and feel the same way

Beings who bleed and ache the same way

Beings who laugh and fly the same way

The beginning of a chaotic journey

Towards the Self

Towards the Light

Within the Darkness

Taming the fears

Domesticating the anger

Harnessing the rage

Accepting the challenge

Becoming friend, lover, sibling, mentor with Your Self.

Yeap! The journey began there and then. Sitting behind a stall, every Saturday and Sunday by the Regent's Canal, selling Deepak's Crap to eager customers.

 

2/02/2020 @ 2pm

No need to go anywhere

Cleansing...

Major clear up today

Followed by a nice fire

Paper burns so intensely

Fire cleanses so thoroughly

Watching the flames eat and grow

A vague impression of relief

A profound feeling of peace

A shattering awareness of  being

Watching the flames rise and fall

Forgetting about why and how  

Exhaling the grief and sorrows

Inhaling the abundance of emptiness