i am awake far too late.
it's been a while.
mulling, mulling.. spice and life.
what is life without spice? and what is spice without life?
spices tantalize and invigorate us; they tempt and they cure. mostly, they fascinate.
don't i wish to be asleep on a train-
drifting, drifting, far away
without any though or burden of knowledge.
no one can catch my train.
worries and cares are too slow to keep up with the rhythm this train steadily beats out.
only dreams are with us here. only dreams and memories...
but even those have difficulty keeping pace.
speeding towards strength and brightness, through light mists,
from heavy rain and black thunder.
no one can catch my train.
someday we'll get where we're going. but for now,
i only sit and sleep, and drift towards where i will someday be.
eyes closed, heart open, mind free.
no one can catch my train.
more to come maybe.
peace,
j. dog
mulling, mulling.. spice and life.
what is life without spice? and what is spice without life?
spices tantalize and invigorate us; they tempt and they cure. mostly, they fascinate.
don't i wish to be asleep on a train-
drifting, drifting, far away
without any though or burden of knowledge.
no one can catch my train.
worries and cares are too slow to keep up with the rhythm this train steadily beats out.
only dreams are with us here. only dreams and memories...
but even those have difficulty keeping pace.
speeding towards strength and brightness, through light mists,
from heavy rain and black thunder.
no one can catch my train.
someday we'll get where we're going. but for now,
i only sit and sleep, and drift towards where i will someday be.
eyes closed, heart open, mind free.
no one can catch my train.
more to come maybe.
peace,
j. dog