The POETRY OF ABANDONMENT:The Journey
Nosce te ipsum
Know Yourself the Oracle Said: Bravo for her!
If what you want is solitude, an intensely charged inner experience, well good-luck … Ultimately, it’s a state-of-mind, will-power an important component. Outside the monastery, or the jail cell, there’s little help, disruptive forces stick like glue, repellents needed.
An unmarked fork in the road confuses the less adventurous pilgrim, the organised faithful who travel together, pray together, enter heaven on the same ticket; whose sole motivation is based precariously on an instinct to follow someone else’s interpretation, to stick to the well worn trail … where the mystery of it all … life in all its forms is ( Condensed ), safely experienced …
It’s not easy to escape convention … the possibilities rare. Like the route of migratory birds, variations can be lethal …
Light there was,
Blue too …
The sun wants to know
How it goes …
I snapped at the train manager as I boarded the car: he had the nerve to suggest I transfer to the upper level, his staff too lazy to serve coffee to my assigned seat in an empty wagon.
Do your thing: I said. I can take care of myself …
THE JOURNEY
She made an awkward entrance as the train left the station, fighting a battle with a stubborn automatic door, half-in, half-out of the wagon; the inner hand clutching a book, an iPhone tangling from her neck, half of her body trapped in the closing apparatus, a violent encounter she resolved with a staccato back-kick from the left foot and a simultaneous wave of her left hand in front of the lazy automatic eye that controlled the door.
A capable lady I thought.