7/2/1990 Winding down, gearing up and moving on tomorrow, and so it goes with traveling as such. A vagabond, houseless with a home wherever, to Oslo with no address, restless, Roskilde Fest. I find cherries on the trees, reaching over a fence, strawberry patches, sun, rain, sun, rainbow moving on. There's an old couple on the road to Horsheholm I see, stooping as age for the food of the spring, for bread, for milk, to Ubberod I eat, rest. What is love, love is, we have laughed before, draw me crying, cry on, warm in the love, we laugh. What is, I think I dream, do we think together, distance is the dream yet to realize. Castle stronghold, hold strong to the weather, and the ghost, the spirit lingers in the dream, reality as we sleep, dream, reality as we sleep. Butterflies square, giraffes stretched longer, lover in a dream or reality, heaven for the moment. Valley winds the water, to the ocean, to the sky, to the mountains and again, eternity matters, live on the spirit, love lives. Here again, I see myself in a dream, yet awake, I hallucinate, out of body in the mind. I see falling once again from a bridge across a gorge to the arms of a tree, I land softly. Climb on to the other side, venture to the broken, tattered bridge again, it shakes and does not break again, and the people, the friends urge me on again, alone as one must, to muster the courage as a cat must climb down a tree to the steady ground, we move on, the pass, the past, love living, laugh again, Moving on...
Paris, Copenhagen, holte, ubberod, horshelholm, ubberod, helsingor, helsinborg, oslo, angleholm... 1990 Dion Laurent http://www.dionlaurent.com http://www.earthman1.com _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
