there are nights i shouldn't sit up and feel. this is probably one of those nights.. i remember it well.. sitting, staring out the window at the horizon, wanting to drive so badly.. wanting to be part of the ether.. missing the dry wind, the faces... lost, lost lost.. staring...
the soul's pull in this album...
Loved my Brother so much, would never leave his side.. my Leto to his Ghannima.. two souls opening to the Universe, becoming what no one could understand, and here we stand.
We walked hand in hand, naked in a new world, a brand new land, clean and scared... we did the best we could, finding soul-ace in one another. Curled up to sleep, always in comfort.
Now, so many life times away, so many events and miles.. my heart aches for those times, that newness and that dependency. The trust. That room, that chapter.
We tried, didnt we? We became, we grew, we moved on.. when we went back to the spot.. all things were different.. broken some how. The clean wonder & search and pull were lost.
But those afternoons.. those 4 p.m. window stares, when my soul became part of the horizon, for surely made me who i am, who i have been & who i will be. The wanderlust never subsided, just changed, just put into something that keeps me busy. The open skies call me, the clear water rushes my name, The dry wind whispers my soul... Skies aflame with love of the connection, rolling thunder echoes through my heart-center beckoning me to stand again, open, naked, & new - holding the hand of my pre-born soul's mate.
From this daydream i run, from these memories i hide.. they kill, they ache with their beauty.. they steal breath with their fullness of echoing wind... canyons, rivers, trees... desert skies, caleche dust, rock.
Me, and My Brother. In this search for meaning endless...