dinsdag 17 november 2009

On emptyness and the meaning of life

I am empty these days, no more desires, only that incredible urge to be an eternal wanderer,adventurer, discoverer, contemplator,nomad, no home, no attachment...I created this emptiness, as I gave up everything that stressed me out, the need to create, the society s pressure
Yes I might be in a comfortable position, and yet uncomfortable
This is my path.my Tao.

I dream of shoes I don t really need but which would make the journey lighter,though an article in a magazine I forgot the name of, said it s better to walk barefooted, no support, no comfort...Like everything in life...Too much comfort kills you in the end...
and that barefootedness is healthier for the feet, also for the soul.
If only there wouldn t be that much concrete around me, I would give it a good try.
Mmmmm, being spoiled by daily tickles of grass, mudbaths, insects crawling on this strange object. Brings back my senses.

Which reminds me of the strangest dream I had, walked along the seashore and Ifound a childs foot, with ankle? It seemed for hours and hours I was hypothetizing about how the little foot got thee, what had happened to its owner...
Can somebody please help with a just interpretation?

Should I start writing, to have a daily routine?So much has been written already.
Or should I be painting again.
Or wake up my shamanic dreamlife?
Rescue the planet
So much to do , so little time

I will content myself to be a wittnes of this life