There Is A Light That Never Goes Out! Part III

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out!, originally uploaded by The Wandering Hermit.

And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(But then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn't ask)
- Morrissey, The Smiths
uk.youtube.com/watch?v=INgXzChwipY




{Ever since I first heard this song I wanted to click something like this and the other day everything came together very unexpectedly and this was the result}

That Sinking Feeling

And I descend from grace
In the Arms of the Undertow
Soon to take my place
In the great below..

There's Something Happening Here

where are you
you should be here by now

remember the things you told me
i remember every line, every word, every phrase

i know its 'not love, yet'
i know the 'timing is wrong'

but it hurts like love
and this time without you is hard

VOID

Here I am

Portions of self
Contained replica, snatches of reality
Where did I go?
Who was I?

Lore of self;
a mask of people

Re-define my space
Upload my memory
Download my life

In a beam less bottle
light less, breathless

Unmasked......

The sledgehammer of my realness feels wonderfully hefty in my hands.
I swing high,

With a great tinkling of glass,
the mirrors vaporize at my sudden assault.

And I see my face, centered, crisp, and alive,
in the gentle river of my own true identity...


at last....

excerpts from Ladakh Diary

The overcast sky merges with evening; it is soon dark. I lie on my bed '._ eating monaco biscuits with some jam& some dried rasins.

It's about all I can keep down in this thin air. Altitude always sends your appetite haywire.

The silence of the night is shattered hourly by the long cries of another gust of wind. It shrieks as it rages across this high desert and then it hits my flimsy tent. For now the guy ropes hold (barely).

This high desert amplifies each mournful Sound and entwines it with the weak threads of my own thought.

Normally I enjoy solitude, but tonight my aloneness oppresses me like the magnified sound of blood beating in my ears. Nothing brings it home more than this rugged desolate plain which stretches out before me

I seem to equate my life with the landscape before me.

Rock, Rock, Desert, Ashen mountain scapes covered with a fine silt of dust which were once rocks but have been rendered thus by the jealous love of the north wind..

The wind loves the rock just so...

I fall asleep only towards dawn. Across the road an Army Depot where I hope to buy fuel in the morn.

Across the treeless street

A moist breeze blows.

I re-arrange my sheet,

Wiggle my cold toes,

Stare at the sky, and toss,

---------------Insomniac.

The wind comes like a freight train

Screaming through wide plains

Alongside, the scent of distant rain.

I am too tired tonight

To sleep. I lie Companion less.

The white Clouds gut the sky.

Orion, Pleiades, Plough,

All signs and certainties

Are lost to vision now.

The Army trucks come Unload.

The loaded trucks move on.

This is the great depot

Where nothing stays.

The hours move towards light.

Sleep: in the tall-skied days

You will forget me tonight.

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In The Nubra Valley.