The Great Unknown

Every now and then

a longing for the world

erupts within me,

enriched by a desire to leave for a while,

or eternally, depending on which I prefer.

In any case,

my mind begins to drift into faraway places

my body to distant beaches

my soul to limitless mountains

and

my spirit to

the wonders of the

Universe.

I never stay in one place for too long.

I move from time to time,

yet, remembering how precious the sensation of sand is beneath my feet

knowing my toes only grab for more with each passing second,

I refuse to abandon the serenity of this place.

The incoming tide brings new life to the surface.

The salty air calls, the seagull and arbatross respond,

Their soft wings gliding like pebble on ice:

Delicately,

Precicely,

Flawlessly.

Moving to the mountains,

I see skies with no ends

Heights with no bottoms

Winds with no mercy.

At the peak, everything becomes possible.

Nothing is endless.

The mountain cares for all but does not ensure all, that is true.

Yet I reckon I’ll age with them:

Slowly

Strongly

Patiently.

With no remorse nor guilt nor any limits attempting to contain me.

I don’t mind going to these places.

Fresh air is what I need,

But freedom is what one inherently deserves.

For too long, I sit behind the words

Instead

of

living

them,

Allowing them to circulate entirely through me.

What limits has time given me?

What fears has my mind created?

What obligations do I hold?

What duties must I fulfill?

What dreams must I bring to life?

On I’ll go to disappear

and see what lies in the

Great Unknown.