i remember when money was the dollar and euros were souvenirs
when coffee was black with half and half and splenda on the go
yeah, and when sugar was sugar, where equal was blue
and a roll of Tums was at any stop n´shop,
not a special trip to the farmacia
neon green and red light expanding hallucination of a
70´s christmas christian cruz,
so fetching, you think you always have an ailment, a reason,
a why to entrada.
so, how come i can´t find my sick voice for prayer in
cryptic holy catedrals with high flung arches by dust and bone architects
who created the silk of heavens
from slabs of white marble in the name of god
of queen
of money
of allah
of arabic scripture
i gotta remember to download my digital pictures
and post them on the web
to show all my friends
to show myself
to remember the reason, if there is still one,
of why i am here.
because i remember my love so close to me as my own breath in.
and breathing at half capacity is an ailment for sure.
my reason shifted when my money took new code
when a Jackson was a twenty,
and the King was still alive.
so i keep in motion i sleep in horseshoes and i wake in a new stable
every bold, red, and yellow morning to be able to know the why.
the why.
i had to go, i had to go now, i had to go then, so as to be here again, now.
i have since abandoned my why my explanation my intentions,
however reasonable and irrational, however happy happenstance-able
however i wrapped myself up and delivered me HERE---i no longer know.
but i do know that time is movement.
one flag of one country quickly folded into one language of one region and onto the next.
i am traveling for traveling´s sake.
the why remains chameleon clear.
the why exhales from my luggage lungs.
the why borrows my tweezers.
Why sips from my cafe, but is decent enough to pay my bus fare.
Why underlines hostels that have potential in Amsterdam, as i investigate train tickets to Paris.
oh, why...
paul gaugin knows where my why hides:
"i shut my eyes in order to see"
it´s all so chameleon clear.
namaste, seekers.
*written january 17, 2010, granada
Gina Cornejo
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You're awesome Gina! This has been a crazy ass year so far(only January still!) but i think your blog/trip(trog? blop?) is the movement of the restless soul of everyone I know. Keep that spirit moving, seeker!
ReplyDeleteps - per your previous post, here's to a real solid number 2 once in a while. I mean a real solid lights out Cleveland Steamer that puts your tired travelling butthole in touch with the gods above. That sounds weird, but even on a two day excursion to Minneapolis(go Vikings!), I didn't truly relax* until I got home to Chicago(and even then, only after I cleaned out the cat box..gotta put the little ones before me. They got no thumbs!)
*and by relax, i mean destroy the plumbing.
my "trog" I love the sound of that! awesome!
ReplyDeleteyes...nothing progresses without movement, abandonment, and sometimes, fear...i will try to push on for all the restless seekers who are unable to seek for themselves at the moment! thank you, and here´s to solid plumbing, in my body and this house!