Friday, 21 December 2012

Y o u r song & D a n c e

Sometimes you travel around the world in search of something and return home to find it. Whatever that might be, a love, a smile, a song, a kiss, a wave, a laugh, a tear; it brings us back to reunite with the people that make us feel right, the people who make us do what we can. Like a bird on a buffalo.

 Every once in a while, perhaps you'll find this place, this contentment, the remedy for past days of anguish and heartache, confusion and worried faces. A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor and sometimes we must pass through solitude and difficulty isolation and silence. To find that enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song. But in that dance and in that song, the most ancient rights of our consciousness fulfil themselves in the awareness of being human, in the realisation of being ourselves.

Lost with with beautiful strangers and found amongst the firmest of friends, I returned to that place.