wanderers of the world

I’m not an echo of my consciousness
or a disruptive bird confused by the burden of pain
or a poet trying to outrun the inevitable
and can’t sit still for one hour.

I’m trying to connect seven cites and seven hills
imagine a tender sky without thunderstorm,
unravel “knots and intents”,
go beyond the “safe and familiar”
beyond the fence of unknowing
but gifts or advice can be dangerous even from the wise.

I have to follow a road with courage and sorrow
a yearning for deeper and deeper astonishment
like other “wanderers of the world”.

Will you climb above the clouds

play within constraints
rules that you can follow or break
challenge your mind

fiction or real
virtual or alive
engage life’s possibilities

demons, “you’ll not encounter them
unless you carry them within your soul,
unless your soul sets them up before you.”

“…do not rush your journey.
Better that it last for many years…”
…with so much experience,”

You will understand.


photo: from Hurricane Ridge,Olympic National Park,Washington
note: the quotations are from the poem Ithaca by Constantine P. Cavafy