The Photos are of “Mosaic Canyon” on a cloudy day…
A Friend of mine a while back, Thorsten from South Africa, with a great family and children all riding and camping throughout their own spaces, wrote to me and asked me a blunt question. It was… “how do you live without a Lady Friend, a Soul Mate, that companion in Life where two makes one, sharing, experiencing and sensing it all together. I knew the answer right away, I had never been asked the question, I appreciated his bluntness… that is what Friends are for as their was no need of his outspoken apology. On the keyboard a couple nights ago I thought about it all again and these are the words I came up with.
It is dark outside, the stars have blanketed the skies and the moon decreasing from being full is making it’s way to join them. I never know what time it is, it is Spirit and I, it is our time and moments. We are far from being lost and I remember the road back to “The Oasis”. That space in Texas has grown on us, both of us as I also feel it in him, his longing, that extra smile not quite there yet. Carefree, living for the now, he has been so much the definition of such a great companion, my buddy! Sweet, my shadow throughout these months, the magnet for so many we have encountered on the roads and their shoulders. I have to be realistic about it, this Journey would have not been the same without him. And yet, slowly, the lack of a human presence by my side has started to make it’s mark. The sharing of the landscape, days in and days out and discoveries within my inner emotions written up and caught through lenses I realize will never replace the presence of another soul, if only it’s name would be “soul mate”.
There is no doubt that everyone has their own definition of a “soul mate”. And then again maybe some don’t. Why would I think such awareness would be within everyone’s mind when throughout everyone’s years past our conceptions and definitions toward others and the many paths taken are as different as the many stars lining the skies. I always considered myself tied up so strongly these past years. My honesty toward others did not permit me or allow me any consideration into a shared Life. Seven years has now gone by, as the most popular saying goes using the word so common called “luggage”, mine is now shut. Never locked however, never tucked away as I see it every day throughout it’s many passing moments, but it is shut, contained with not too much fear of spilling it’s content on others near by.
And yet, the path taken is my own, it is not a common one to deny one’s self possessions and be stripped from it all to find the depth of one’s own Life. It is my way to have accessed my own core, gain strength, Peace, Love for others, respect, priorities, distance myself from games others continue playing, find my own stability which yet at times flutters but goes on steady as it should be. Possessions truly do not matter, the basic necessities have always been present, somehow Karma has made them available. The logistics have been rough at times, when roots do not have the ability to grow downward, they will either pass away or grow in an inward motion developing the senses taking away on their path the so much negativism that could exist. Rough, tough, uncomfortable maybe at times, hungry at other times, no mater what, the “prize”, that bright light has started to shine in it’s purest white color imaginable making the Journey an unconceivable one to stop or slow down. But “share”… yes.
How large is the stage however? Can anyone else endure the acts that follows months after month the plays developing in front of me to gain this truest form of Life. Is it really enduring when the heart suddenly can flow without any obstacles? When the smile becomes a constant one, when the senses suddenly expand where no curtain can hide them from others. There are no more “encores” as the plays have no more endings, only a continuous act after act in it’s truest form of living so few can even start imagining it’s flow. I stand alone because of this oddity constantly within my grasp, this oddity of being closely stripped from the everyday possessions to make room for my own every day well being. A true honest and pure well being. I try, just as Spirit’s well being throughout his own Life with no barriers standing up.
Question marks are on this horizon, they are dim, all are thoughts.That is all. Just thoughts as such a human factor cannot be, as a soul cannot be, searched and found on this course we have taken. As the wonders we experience daily, this route might itself present some day such a kindred spirit. Maybe… maybe not.
Early that morning we took a ride to the old Borax Mine. It was sunny unlike the time in Mosaic Canyon… The weather here changes on a dime!
I should have smiled!!!
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