Me too Harry…
seen from Spain
seen from Norway
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Maldives

seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Maldives
seen from Yemen

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Norway
seen from Maldives
Me too Harry…
3.3.13
I give up on reading books. I've spent a lot of money on comics.
This is ridiculous. I blame the misguided, happy Italian.
3.3.13
Bay Bridge.
Joy #62 - Alone
Brushing past an old mirror me,
there are no changes but the surface
when outside in I
bind myself
to the holy notion of my oneness.
I drop small, to converse with the discovery,
plaintive voice inside me says I should leave it be,
who can be friends inside themself?
But I delve deeper and find
A cosmos planted in my flower beds,
sleeping like my head in winter.
With my mind so low to the ground I can look up,
and hear the wind whistle past.
Look up and see the fronds of waving grass,
feel from below what its like to be amongst,
around,
alive,
alone.
Exhilarated by the thick bitter earth between my toes,
i want to sink into the melancholy smell of it.
So tied to the tiny rebel,
who usually embodies a corner of me,
when I'm large
now composes all of me,
in weird and mournful symphonies,
I find nothings better than to sing her praises,
and dive deep into the delicious dirt,
which is also part of me.