the journeyman travails - what are you searching for

a lil one asked me yesterday, journeyman what are you searching for
you travel far and wide, is it for the gold in the river or the diamonds in the mines

i wonder what to tell her, for what gold can buy and diamond can decorate
is, but a crown, better suited for museums; to come once in a while, admire and move on

i tell her of my prayers to the lord in the night
that my life be one of adventure, one of seeking

that i search for peace inside
and that i spread smiles outside

doodles on a napkin

Doodles on a napkin
are like the tarrot cards
mysteriously forming destiny
from thoughts arisen in solitude
but like all destinies must
in the end get crumpled up and moved away
to make way for a fresh table, some new thoughts and some new doodles

The Tree

in their natural turn
the seasons come and go
each spring invigorates me
each autumn eats away a part of me
and i remain rooted deep down into the earth
looking up at the sun hover in the sky

caught in the prison of the earth and the sky
neither free to mingle with the mud
nor allowed to fly
i talk to the travellers
with my breezy lullaby
this is my penance, this is my sacrifice

fear of rejection

a friend mentioned this some days back...the fear of rejection

in these games of heart played blind
there is always a risk of a bad hand
when hopes of a flush give way to a heartache
and u feel that spring is the worst season of them all

but should one for the fear of losing
pack cards and not sit at the table at all?
and give no chance to life to work its miracle
life isn't very fun if one fears living it

admittedly it is stupid to play big hands on every turn
in games of love and war prudence is a valuable asset
for when it comes to playing the play
one must decide when to fold, play small or raise the stakes

The Empty Dock & the lost Ship

I have walked a long part of this life
wondering if there is a gentle hand
against which mine shall rub
one fine foggy morning
and through distance and time
the one who I have been looking for
shall find me just by chance

And as I despair and lie awake
wondering if her boat will ever find this dock
Not knowing what she is looking for
or a map that would lead her home
it seems a frail chance
we may have passed by each other already
or may never cross each others path
what if the boat is always lost
what if this dock is always empty

Lost in our own turbulences

Life is not as tough as it sometimes seems
But we want so much that we can't even gleam
the simplicity that surrounds us
in trying to understand the depths
we forget that somethings are but too simple
reaching out far in all directions
we wander and we struggle
and let go of what is at hand
till the time it drifts away
way far too much
and then we treasure
the diamond
that we thought was coal

about me 2

The old abt me had been up here for quite some time like a weathered sail whose seen many stormy seas...

T.J.: Sex was really easy. There was sex everywhere. It didn't really mean too much. Love, love was the hard thing to find. Even if you were looking for it, which not too many people were. And even if you found it, which not too many people did, even if it was right there in front of you. No; how could you see it with all the sex in the way?

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So here goes a new one (the old one now rests in my blog)

Many a people this face will meet
Some exploring the depths of meditation
Some wanting to feel real passion
Some wanting to die of exhilaration
Some wanting to set fire to this world of turbulation

There'll be souls interested in discussing Schroedenger's cat experiment
Whilst some may be into soles, fetish, bdsm and other sexual lifestyles untold
There'll be others trying to prove the butterfly effect
whilst some who would want to replicate the pattern on clothes, handbags, carpets and all

Ahead of us all lie challenges galore
To climb the everest
To write Tales of urban folk lore
To create art or improve science
Or to just find happiness in existence

And in all this we will find
People who hate
People who love
People whose views differ and judge us
People whose support makes u ten times strong

In all of this melee we all fit in
Decoding the mysteries of this life
and enjoying the happiness and pains as they come
So be it for you, so be it for me