As my friend at Whiskey River found
"The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we do, with great artists; with artists like these we do really fly from star to star."
- Marcel Proust
In The Dragon's Cave
He hunted decades,
more than he cared to admit,
looking for dragons
or their golden eggs.
The day he found her magic
was the day his wits
withered in their nest.
While her gold shine took all
the hair from his chest
and his beard off too,
even dental ivory
from out his open
hole, tongue dry, swollen,
he was unable to turn
away from his doom.
July 14, 2013 10:49 AM
photo by Agustin Berrocala courtesy of Tess Kincaid
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I have been moving to the next town south. I shall live on a bluff overlooking the Willamette River. I will no longer live alone. There is a park behind us, a short walk through to the promenade and the view of the river. I have arrived at the end of my old life as a workerbee. I am cashing in my house as I must to find some kind of financial stability. I am hopeful. I am grateful for the small things now. The pains are manageable. That's the biggest thing. My right eye works. My brain still works. Well... The jury has met in secret session on that one, and that session is ongoing. I expect the final answer any day. My friends gaze on me, grimace and wink, mutter among each other. They do not share that much of it with me. But to me the point is I actually have friends. And well wishers, many of those.
He who dies with the most love wins. We either all go to heaven or we don't. Om Shanti, Shanti, Shantihi.
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Interesting take. Good creativity. I would never have thought of it quite like you did.
ReplyDeleteThank you for saying so.
DeleteMarvelous direction, I enjoyed your vision. Your new beginnings sound like a great place to call home! Good luck.
ReplyDeleteAs you well know, nothing comes up all roses. Part of it for me, I grieve that I have to do this. There is no way I can call it out and out gain. My situation acknowledges the real limitations now on me due to my health and lack of wealth. That I am here puts my health and the certainties in my future in my face. This move is right and good and practical but it is also all the things loss are.
DeleteWishing you well, and travel safely wherever you must go.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Are you Lucy's Tom? She introduced you to me but not so I noticed that. In certain ways but not all ways, I am now Francesca's Christopher.
DeleteI certainly feel the doom here ... lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen.
DeleteWhat a brilliant take on an otherwise uninspiring picture. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jinksy! :D
DeleteI wish you well.
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