Yes, it's been a very long road.
And roads are far too often seen as one-way streets..
Tracks carefully laid out for the traveler to follow...
The journey becomes trivial to the far off idealisation of the destination.
A treadmill where syntax dangles as some far off idea never to fully manifest in the present..
Something deeper has opened up.
The dreamer, lucid, a craftsmen of vision, capable of building a raft to soar the unconscious mind of cosmos.
Recognizing the symbols of the road but struck with an inerrant lack of motivation.
For goals offer no fruit to the One who travels the Realm of the Dream..
Dreams are like that. The moment unfolds like that. The creases you once saw, if only for a moment, no longer there.
Synchronicity takes place as the great paradox of being is incarnated once again, and forever into the boundless ocean.
We are nothing more than freaks. That is our niche within the triviality of popular culture.
Sideshow eccentrics, misfits..
Living on the edge, riding it as we wander.
Russell Thompson (@steem-beat)
Photo credit: Wiel Hacking