So maybe you've been wondering, dear reader, what happened to the enlightened man, the wide-eyed boy, the solo traveller on his seemingly-unstoppable global pilgrimage, the ambitious one, the spiritual one; what happened to the all those prolific words of wisdom, snippets of worldly knowledge, tales from faraway places and stories of inspiration?
What if you saw your life flash before your eyes? In a blink, every scene, every moment, winking by in a flip-book of memory. Would you be happy? What would you see?
"Now the long road of the pilgrimage meets the path of the nile... Canyons of orange and beige roll down into empty dells of rust and bone; dusted staircases and shattered statues licked with gold. Pillars of alabaster split the horizon and strange mountains rise like chiselled breasts, mocking the sky."
Life, is surely more than what we are lead to believe? A journey is only really a journey if you’re moving. Perhaps we are asleep now, and the real story has yet to be written… Or maybe we just need to take the reins and get writing.
Recent times have given me the chance to swim a little in that great wide pool of remembrance, and, especially, to move a little through my time in India ~ a strange, wonderful, and wholly mysterious land.
I began a journey at the end of Spring that set a great and terrible tremour in my foundations, sparked a fire in my spirit beyond all imagining... pyres are made to burn, and ashes make fertile even tired, wintered soil. Even a desert becomes a delta in the rains... What my eyes and soul witnessed in those days I will never forget.
Florence. Italy.2013-2019. It's been a long, winding love affair.A lot of poetry, a lot of tears, a lot of cigarettes and laughter.Forever, somehow, will that city be associated with this aesthete... and what was.(and, of course, this diary) I'm always drawn back, somehow, even when I think it's finally over. Life speaks to me ~ little [...]
...and that's my promise to the world ~ to keep it that way. As time goes on, I find the same thoughts and feelings coming back to me, sentiments that I have had from the very beginning. Strangely enough, right now as we approach the end of 2018, I feel very similar to how I [...]
* Ghana, Year III - l'épilogue White mists clear, revealing a horizon of pure gold. The spirit beckons you forth, as your journey reaches its final end. Moons have waxed, ebbed and waned. Many suns have risen, eclipsed and set... as is the nature of celestial bodies. In time you will learn to accept their failings... [...]
Sahara... صَحَارَى How can one word still evoke so much? Even now, as time moves on at such quickening pace... Worlds begin to collide, continents drift. Again I am standing with feet between two lands. Yet for once I am not shaken, but stilled by this dissonance, this ambivalence... Life continues to move forward into [...]
♫ - "Koan - Klaus Wiese" People have called me many things, given me many titles, accolades, nicknames and honours. In fact I have called myself many things. An artist, an Aesthete, a pilgrim, a wanderer, a muse. Truth is I am not any of those things - no Christopher Columbus, Byron, Dorian Gray; not [...]
My time in the Gambia, West Africa, was met by different energies. Some dark, some bright. A chiaroscuro crosshatch of contrasting light. I was helped across the border by a self-professed prophet, crossed the mighty river, was harassed by local scammers, kissed an adult crocodile, got caught-up with a python, danced naked in tropical rains, [...]
Many golden suns have circled the arc of the sky and your time in this magical land is nearly coming to an end... You have been welcomed into this coastal realm by all her people, you walked her sandy shores arm in arm, traversed her rocky plains and her dusty cities under her guidance, you [...]
Burning red suns fall across a land of sand, colour and burgeoning hearts, where wild creatures tall as trees roam freely, the lion awaits, an oasis brings rest and peace, and the stars glow brightly in an ink-black sky. You are swallowed into another portal of culture - mesmerised by the colours of the world transforming before [...]
Everybody's Free. I Am Free. I Have Learnt the Truth of My Freedom. I Have Felt the Power of Falls. Ghana. Africa. 2015/2016. I took myself off one morning on an expedition deeper into the lush Volta Region. A place where mountains rise to blue skies flecked with fluttering bats, trees grow apparently to the heavens, [...]