SHACK 50 RUNAWAY

chris floyd--empire burlesque 

Travelling far and wide and each new bend in the road hoping to find that special one, that view that feeling.

Stopping and residing for a while, then moving on. Then feeling this is the place, the energy is good, the few people are seemingly well disposed towards themselves and me. Then finding this is not it.  Wondering what it is, looks like, feels like?

Suddenly, quickly writing furiously in a mad rush packing bags, hitting the road and driving fast, the runaway train in the psyche pushes the accelerator, the gas pedal.  Where is it?

Having been to many beauty spots, museums, places of historic and spiritual importance, to the residences of famous long gone people, been to brothels and cat houses houses in a blood horror forensic career, seen bull fights, night clubs, strippers, porn, dealt with horror and beauty, loved and been loved, been near death's doors, survived vilifying, been enraged and besieged with hate and venom, loved till the ends and back in sublime bliss. 

Becoming world weary with the constant wars, corruption, pollution and every devious and dirty trick in the book, sauntering towards cynicism and yet something pulls up the sliding to a sort of dumb nonchalance. Becoming soured and distrusting seeing nervous faces in the crowd, very few smiling.

Feeling of what is there left to do here? What purpose is being served. Slipping into depression and hauled back by a familiar and yet uncanny kind of call, deep or high, a whisper and then running like mad from it.

Then in rare moments this dull ache, this drudgery of the ages leaves, the year gone bye, the grey scudding clouds, the damp cold wind and drizzle subside and a moment of warmth seeps into the misty window of perception and it is what is there to do when there is nothing in the world for one anymore.

It is to find that essence of who one is and that one has to give up the world and yet live in it----why is this? 

It might be humanity and all there is were created in order to find they are passing dreams and all there is and was put here and there in order to find this out and give them up----that beyond all dreams is the dreamer and all is well.  

 SHACK