on the anatolian plateau, september 2018
from my travels to where and nowhere
.
autrement dit
the point of the journey is in the travel
.
travels are pointless
.
they have no start and no end they take us nowhere
.
who is the traveler
.
where is she
.
travels that take us nowhere and to nowhere
.
nowhere is a grand palace it is our home
.
its walls are made of air thin air
.
its doors are passageways of winds
.
its roof is the sky
.
where is this
.
where are we
.
we keep traveling in need of proof as we are that a road we do have
.
having a road are wayfarers
.
being wayfarers exist
.
wayfarer beware
.
the path that can be trodden upon is not the true path
.
the ancients had a glimpse of this
.
to be pathless is to be beyond desire
.
desire too is pathless pathless has no end
.
in desire alone are we free from desire
.
not freed from desire for nothing binds
.
a desire that is free
.
nothing binds
.
just desire free
.
nothing binds they call it nirvana
.
it is nameless
.
abide it cannot
.
spirit they call it
abide it cannot