Perins peak bandits

– Perins Peak, viewed from the Bandit’s Hideout –

The Poem below is a tribute to the photograph above… which is a tribute to all the beautiful things in life.

“Life is like a river. Ever churning… bubbling and flowing over. I feel that, throughout life we get to taste many different rivers… Sometimes we get to taste them singly, and other times all at once. Sometimes we float them on a small boat, surrounded by those very dear to us. Other times,  we may be on a strange boat, surrounded by strangers… Both the strange people and waters, we will come to know well enough before we round the next stretch of river… But as it turns out, we must leave them all too soon, because we just got bucked off the raft… The river sped up, and caught us off guard… and now we get to taste the river fully, and singly again… becuase we  are now fully submerged in it’s torrential gravity… becoming increasingly more single and alone… as it pulls us away away from our raft, faster and faster into the whirling currents… A nuclei split into it’s ever shrinking components… both, trying to reach back and being pulled away… we diverge like ever complexing fractals spiraling in all of the sacred directions by energies we can only feel…

Aftarwards there is only darkness and confusion… held under the water… amongst the many hundreds of sensations… pulling, pushing… the cold and exhilaration… as  our heads berst upward through the cold water and foam… gasping for salvation…

We emerge from the rapid, to again see the light and warmth as we are pushed around to the inside of the river… where the water is shallower… moves more slowly… pushing us gently to the sandy shore… 

The red sand in the shallow water is warm and rich… Breathing deeply, we sink our hands downward clasping the gritt and clay. Blinking to shed the crystal dropps from our eyelids we, shake and laugh… looking up we are grateful to notice another boat… coming our way… as it nears, we  see a mix of strangers and friends floating towards us… as they come ashore we are welcomed aboard, and sit with them, for they have room for a few more… and for a moment there we sit, caught in an eddy, swirling together… glancing around… and feeling blissfully thankful… to be warmed by the sun, and yet cooled by the water as it is lifted off our wet and tired bones…”

 

Enjoy,

Alex

- Intrigue -

– Intrigue –

P.S.    I still havn’t published “The Kashmir Analogs“… They have been complete for some time now, and yet I’m not entirely sure why I havn’t published them… A mix of uncertanty, perfectionist tendencies and how far the content itself reaches… I say the last becuase I think more than any other work that I’ve put together, it speaks on it’s own… and to so many things… and becuase of that, I’m not sure what exactly to do with The Analogs…

 

I would love your Ideas if you have any… I’m torn and a bit stuck… But, any way I cut it, I dont feel they will be complete untill they are published …

Please leave a reply if you have any thoughts.

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