A sacred journey begins, taking flight across foreign lands, aboard whitened wing tips, Devine and steaming with blackened gold. A hundred hearts set sail, projected through this vortex of our time, and all I can think is, What’s the holdup? In our ancestral wake our impatience is glowing and pulsing with the Rythms of a continent’s creative propulsion.
Mount Kilimenjaro’s finest sights overlooked through a peeping hole, zooming forth into a cloudy-flurry of ash. Solemn attitude and frown hold their gaze steady ahead, leaving their stationed bodies and naturalistic essence in the mist.
Another fuel washes down the throats to satisfy a moment of pleasure, A rewarded distraction from the adventure of the journey.
If we’ve forgotten the lessons from the present, what more can our speeding futures deliver us?
A regress from the nuisance of the modern mindset leaves me to appreciate the recognition of a powerful moment. Carry on in your endless searches, while I take in the beauty you so conveniently have missed.
– Julien J OReilly