Happy Holidays

So why do we sit here at this time typing?
What are we putting ourselves through,
or what are we revelling in?
Are we trying to be the next big thing,
or reaching into the root of ourselves to find what we are?
Are we looking for God,
or bathing in the stench of a pointless universe?
Are you sober?
I hover between the perfect chemistry of the practitioner
and the polluted foam of industrial anarchy.
The tension between Heaven and Hell.
Truth being I want it all.
When this husk rots in the ground
it needs to know it has lived.

Comments

Amen to that.  Are you still on  your travels or just Parson Thru?

Moya

 

Hi Moya. Like the salmon, je suis en croute. We leave tomorrow / today. Soon! I suppose I can dose on the train. How's you?

Parson Thru

Hey, have a good break. And what's all this 'rots in the ground' stuff? You're younger than me! 'I want it all' shows the patient has a healthy appetite  smiley

Ha ha! Never too young for a bit of composting, Elsie. Lots to do yet, though. Camino, hopefully a move to Madrid sometime and lots of howling Dylan songs at the neighbours. Romantic notions of carrying a guitar on my back, but they are just that. Romantic notions. Have a lovely weekend, Elsie.

Parson Thru