Forever wandering as lonely as a cloud; as lonely as a bird of passage; as lonely as a nomad in the desert; Wandering like a Great Albatross, I’ve decided to create a virtual Dry Dock by the Wayside for the construction, maintenance, and repair of my thoughts, opinions, and psyche.
Nirvana: Here is a poem that I love, that also happens to remind me of a late friend who I was fond of. A friend who like myself had experienced the awe and wonder that comes with being open to the brief, momentary insights into oneself, that life sometimes offers. I think of this poem as a door where when the mind is quiet, one gets a peek at the gifts that solitude offers us, vs the frightful burdens of depression that a life lived in loneliness guarantees. This is a poem by a man who in some ways reminds me of my friend. A friend who is no longer with us, who is no longer burning his candle at both ends. My friend’s candle burned out far too quickly.
Tom Waits reads Nirvana by Charles Bukowski
"In each of us there is an ʘther, whom we do not know. He speaks to us in dreams and tells us how differently he sees us from the way we see ourselves." -- Carl Jung'