Renascence

Condensed exhilaration, originally uploaded by halwis.

I moved… away from the edge of a raucous highway to a quiet edge of suburbia… where I am welcomed home every day by a warm sunset that dissolves into a distant tree line and watch the stars awaking to a night undisturbed by city lights. (Note to self: get a decent telescope) There’s space to revel in the pleasure of soft grass under my feet and for my ears to recuperate in a therapeutic silence. The spine is also unwinding to its natural shape once again (and I should definitely get this embarrassing little pot-belly replaced with decent abdominal muscles). Life is improving at a noticeable pace again. I’ve just had a few very good weekends of dignified company, clean fun, a lot of laughter and exhilaration. The gods of photography has also been particularly kind. My heart is beating a pace… the days are still bright, even though the saffron tint of autumn is lurking to swoop across the landscape as the last fragments of summer are blown away in the cold southerly winds… maybe it’s time to take out the guitar again and resume my quest for the finest melody and still finer words…

Promised land

Fly through the smoke my mortal friend

Knells of death will light your way

As you wade through a sea of immortal woes

Sparing not your hopes of a another day

Others may fall wounded, maimed or dead

They all are parts of a vexing power play

Fear not; your children will be cared and fed

And spared from a life of senseless fray

When you come to my side of this insane world

(Look! I am waving at you from across the bay)

You will never be confined to an ethnic state

(The world is boundless and shrinking everyday!)

So numb your thoughts; let me show you how

To respect their guns and watch what you say

Those killed in March will get flowers in April

And convoys of freedom will arrive in May