HeWonderedHeWanders. 13|05|18 Is there pleasure in roaming life as the nomad? What is it like? How is it one can support his travels for so long? How does one can keep moving without security or a career? One just does, where there is a will to leave behind everything one once knew there is a … Continue reading Wandered.
Lake Side. 08|05|18 I let go of another feather, into the winds as if the birds take flight again, as it drifts out into the distance, I let go of the tensions, I’ve created in my mistakes that have taken place due to my incompetence, the stubbornness is a stressful mess, I am trying to … Continue reading LakeSide.
Progress. 02|05|18 Here I am, I can hear the sound of my brain rattling, from days trapped in a space with no captain, just a bunch on monkeys running ramped, through the days we remain here under capture, from the way to make a change, under the reign of tragic habits that we possess from … Continue reading Progress.
Begin 23|12|17. As my hairs growing so is my overall understanding, 27 hidden around the world out on a tangent, 21 left home and never looked back, what i left was no longer part of that present so i spent all that time learning to forget it, didn’t see the need to be held back … Continue reading BeginBeggingBeginning.
A little something River Bigby and myself knocked together over an afternoon in Rishikesh. (AudioInside). OriginalPoemBelow. YouAsked. 1|04|2018 What is it that I wrap, some presents straight from Santa’s sack, an art attack, a conscious crack and some extensive vocab, knows no limits, I don’t joke around, say what what must be said and by … Continue reading WhatYouWant.
Insides 9|12|17 I sing sling shots with no rhythm, to many ciggies punching the lungs that I’ve been blessed with, I should try to quit, though it’s a fucking nightmare, I’ve tried to quit, countless times before, they turned me into an addict, addicted to this shit that doesn’t even matter, that proven to kill … Continue reading LooseRoots.
This part of the journey all starts fifteen minutes out of the bus station in jodhpur as some other backpackers and myself were pushed onto the public bus in hopes of finding a seat for the long journey ahead, we had to laugh as the driver insisted on one of us squish up to the … Continue reading SceneFour&AHighFive.
I got carried away in writing a simple 500 word essay about what yoga/meditation is to me, that i thought would be put to more use and hold more importance to the reader then handing it into a teacher i doubt will ever look at it. enjoy. WhatIsYogaAndMeditation. Two years ago a friend of mine … Continue reading MyYogaTeacherTraing”Essay”.
JustBe. 23|02|18 I feel I need to wright, express my inner being this feeling I call love, I am above, high up in the clouds, in the faint precipitation I feel to shout, out loud rite now and sing, lets love this life and all just be, Just be, Be, Be freedom. Freedom in the … Continue reading JustBe.
Its been a rough ride, as rough as the camel I rode in jeiselmere with its hump punching my nuts for two hours, to reach “the desert”, painting the picture it was more of a tiny patch of sand surrounded by shrubby undergrowth, with more than the normal amount of goats you would usually encounter … Continue reading SceneTwo:Three