The Travel Of Self


The Travel Of Self 

I look upon this gaping reservoir of nature. It's bold, unexplored by the metal fingers of man. A silent toast to the beauty that exists in our very backyard. The clouds, hovering at the tips of mountains like a kiss upon the cheek.

As the clouds settle upon the horizon like a canvass of white. Hues of gracious complexions form with tranquility. As I carry my eyes across this mingling of natural architectural scene. I find my heart in a composition of words, trying to truly feel this moment, to interpret.

But I can find nothing to equate this. There is no opening of language that can flood such a sight; bringing it to the reaches of readers, nor tongue. It is something that must be explained in the presence of experience. Of venturing to quiet hills of earth and finding the silent view so few see.

I am taken deeply by this picturesque moment; for it has been twelve months since I have seen such allure, such refinement. Now upon my return, I have dedicated my freedom to the examination of myself through the spacious exploration of the world.

But not only binding myself to nature, but the nature of man, to the listening and learning of others. Being a student of the now, but not without deposits for the future. For death is no further than my lips are to my teeth.

For we know not when time has chosen us to meet; and as my breath mists to the open air, I watch as it disperse. It vanishes as quickly as it came; gone, and soon I will do the same. Fitting beside the molecules that once held me together. Decaying my temple to the surroundings of man, releasing my soul to the divine.

To things that which cannot be explained by words nor detailed by the hands of man. For some beauties, some places, are best left to the vision of the eye and the touching of the soul. I now deliver myself to the echoes that will be my words, my story, my heart.

I pray my travels will lead me to good men, women, and children. That I will learn of others and better understand the suffering of man. In hopes to compel my thoughts to find love in wounds. Allowing a rooting to better understanding of self. I pray I find myself, not only in the call of the distant mountains, quiet streams and subtle breezes; but in the clandestine towns of only a few hundred.
-----
Thank you for reading this. This piece was inspired by a fellow veteran who has dedicated his time to traveling. 

 When was the last time you listened to the silence of nature or took the time to better understand yourself and others?

 For more heart warming stories, A Man's Traveled Heart
Feel free to follow and contact me on, Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube

Thank you for your support!
Location: Everett, WA, USA

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Summer Bird's Winter Perch

Image
A Summer Bird's Winter Perch   I watch this lonely bird chirp upon a slopping branch. Its feet wrapped firmly around the thin finger of bark. As I watch, I commiserate its position. Sitting there, alone, singing with no others to listen. Speaking I assume, to itself.   Maybe contemplating its unfortunate circumstance. For the rest had already left for the winter. If I am not mistaken it was only a few days ago that I watched a flurry of birds dart by. Their wings flapping against the brisk wind collectively. Not a single one appeared worried of their journey.   Their shadows crawled quickly across the empty streets during a fall evening. I watched them pass by like a feather floating down stream. I couldn't help but wonder, how long must they fly? What winds must they fight, what elements must they battle against? All must be against them as is every moment in time is against us all?   Yet they fly forth to the heat of earth. Dependent upon their survival but, what
Read more
Image
  Step Out! Out, Out from the gloom, The obscure breath of doubt Take stone, break thy yoke, Let trouble fall, let shoulders be lifted, Flow, to the heavens Be but strain no more, Open wide, thy mouth, Let prayer fill thy tongue Be parched no more. Stillness in heart  Though seas roar like lions, And beast snarl among mist, Step,  Out! To mercy of life, Ease, be reborn. Let no shackle of past Be meaning for tear Take hammer,  Fracture the cumbersome Be feet of swift Fill your days with strides, Though dunes widen And heat scorches thy soles. Out, Step out from thy fear, There is another to call To breach, To reach your heart  Though thee be of man, Let not thy eyes of flesh Be the dealings of truth, Wander, In aspect to be whole Be not the coward hidden in cave, A creature curled  Like frightened doe, For he walks beside thee, Like king among his men, A sword of greatness Sways from his belt, Ready, To swing against thy enemies, A presence more bold  Than all the stars of a pitch sky.
Read more