Deep in the any space place

SCATTERED UNTHINKINGS: Somewhere between REWIND and FASTFORWARD

5/12/2013 Calcutta, India

The land of the flow.
No time to think about the future as the present devours you.
Just when you think you have the space for a timely thought it disappears,
a translucent veil that disintegrates immediately to reveal your misguided perception.
The earth, solid and strong, becomes victim to the temptations, whispers and corrupting forces of the air.
Where water is still so fire may burn.

The mixture of elements whirls into formation a complex substance that in its nature cannot be defined or traced.
Connections are hastily made and swiftly burned. That unforgettable reminder of life playing out within the course of a day.

The energetic breeze of life’s mysteries celebrated through the passages of the infinite and complex.

9/12/2013 Murmurs and Whispers in Pushkar, India

A million thoughts flood my thinking whilst staring down an eclipsing sun on the horizon. Utopia to Dystopia, Frustration to Fatigue. The contradictions of tradition and modernity manifest themselves in bold. As drug fueled gypsies dwell on the simple pleasures of the orient, their pockets however are laced with modernity; iphones, cameras. Post-materialist, post-industrialist yet post-infinite complexity of ones rigid existence points its thorny finger in only one direction, despite its many disguises. It, like all things will lose its importance with the passage of time.

Then there is that place, it is in the space between you and me. Where is it? That reality that lies in our imagination, so is it true? That feeling that arrives and escapes with the wind, it is forever an eternal exchange of whispers.

10/12/2013 Tierra mia

And little old Australia? How do you sit among the 52 countries that mark experience on my existence.

Can I still be a faithful Australian? For me the faithful Australian is the indigenous Australian, stays at home guarding his territory, for he/she alone can and will ever be the sole and soul proprietor of that spirit. Comme un petit drapeau que flotte dans le vent.

17/12/2013 Istanbul, Turkey

Welcome to one of the social plate lines of our humanity.

East meets west, west beats east
The best if the west, the rest is the east
The best of the rest if left
to those least east, more west
The perpetual test, will let us see who is next.

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About mindinthematter

Artistic, Enjoy writing and discussion Instrumentalist: Saxophone, Clarinet. Music: Jazz, Gypsy, Folk and all the groovy soul-centred inspired music of this world Travel, Hitch-hiking, Dumpster Diving, Living in the shadows, to go out in search of light
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