How do you find yourself?
I’ve been meaning to see solace,
on the mountains or the beach
when you’re alone feasting in the universe of existence.
In a world where the joys of a song can be heard and the beats of your heart pulsing, pulsing, pulsing
There’s a type of wandering that comes when you get lost in the unlimited space of your being — your mind always thinking, dreaming
The beauty of the earth against the winds of its terrain
And the vast mountains, near yet so far, maintained in its glory
For the world to see.
In the hidden space.
As children, it was easy to get lost, to continue my endless pursuit of wonder through the earth
Like a lost star, looking for a way to reach the sun
Like the emblem of a flame meets the eye of curiousity,
And the smoothness that hangs over when you’ve been found.
Then it begins again.
You’re looking out into the mountains,
Hoping to finally reach the sun
Getting lost in the wildnerness of your own being
Basking in the beauty of our earth
With little to no resemblance of your remorse
Shattered by the universal truth of finding your way back
And again, again, again
All the way — in hopes of the gods granting your immortality
Yet finding nothing
Even in your own body
Then it begins again
And you’re lost before you’re even found.
Originally a short note or poem I wrote while looking out into the mountains of Stellenbosch’s famous vineyard in South Africa.
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