its all about the journey

what's in store for me in the direction i dont take?

what is the feeling when you're driving away from

people, & they recede on the plain till you see their

specks dispersing? it's the too huge world vaulting us,

& it's goodbye.

but we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

my witness is the empty sky

the air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great
that i thought i was in a dream.

'now you understand the oriental passion for tea' said Japhy.
'remember that book i told you about the first sip is joy, the second
is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth
is ecstasy.'


our battered suitcases were piled high on the sidewalk again;
we had longer ways to go. but no matter, the road is life.

all of life is a foreign country

i was going to be left alone on my butt at the other end of

the continent. but why think about that when all the golden

land's ahead of you & all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking

to surprise you & make you glad you're alive to see?

why did i allow myself to be bored ever in the past & to compensate

for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because

they want anything but serene understanding of just what there

is, which is after all so much.