Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Nomadic Soul

There is something powerful in the act of movement, in the pace of endless travel. Alone I have gone into the desert, to a land foreign to my current mind set yet familiar in a past life. I go in  search of something greater, a feeling of something deeper than the average desire. I move, for travels sake. The wind chasing me, the sunrise following my steps and the stars gazing towards my being as I rest. They forget the power of something new, something true. The great madness is the calm in the chaos, the steady breath in the extremist, the fire in the lover.  For I feel alive only through passing. I know love only with those who feel similar as I do, about life. I am entwined soulfully with those who are organically crazy about life, as I am.

March 26, 2015
The Desert

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