Today, I feel like flying
Photo by Marlon Krieger |
higher and higher,
engulfed in a sea of blue.
Alone.
Solitude gives me strength,
Surrounded by nothingness,
even my shadow does not find me here.
The wind rushing between my feathers,
the sun just warm enough to warm my skin.
I close my eyes and soar.
Freedom.
Alone in the desert I wander,
over endless dunes.
The silence in the desert screams at your ears,
and the bareness dances with life.
Every morsel of sand is a dream, thought or experience.
Infinity turns me inwards,
the dunes of my being collapsing onto me.
I am wandering through my soul.
I love the desert.
Photo by Marlon Krieger |
Paul Bowles answered the question, "the desert, why go" like this:
" The answer is that when a man has been there and undergone the baptism of solitude he can't help himself. Once he has been under the spell of the vast luminous, silent country, no other place is quite strong enough for him, no other surroundings can provide the supremely satisfying sensation of existing in the midst of something that is absolute."