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Published: January 16th 2007
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Pictures from the Jungle...
I wrote this poem the day I was hiking all through the jungle. I stopped at an overlook and pondered the hills. Hope you enjoy.
The Jungle Within
Sitting top a mountain overlooking the jungle
I have just enough food and water, living humble
soon I´m off again to bushwack thru the brush
seeing all the lush plants gives me such a rush
we all cultivate a garden within ourselves
and my walk through the rainforest is like venturing thru myself
It´s wild inside me, overgrown, chaotic
holding species rare, varied, exotic
with the disorganization comes so many surprises
strange animals find their place to hide in
you may catch a glimpse but more likely no
just look on in awe at the way things grow
walking this jungle, I´m endlessly amused
it never gets tiring, always something new
ten thousand things that change day to day
the richest part of the world, the best to play
On we go to see what we discover
seeking nothing, just being with the Great Mother
Earth, with no expectations, always delighted
by flowers, ferns, formations of trees sighted
if we see animals that´s great too
I open myself to anything as I walk thru
don´t name things, let the mystery remain
every leaf is sacred, don´t degrade it with a name
rays of sun, clouds of gray, mist in the trees
words don´t even come near to expressing the beauty
the sound of the gentle breeze in the leaves
and the soft roaring of the whole forest as it breathes
inspiring the air, it becomes a part of me
inside, and I a part of it, tranquil and quiet
this is the best nourishment for mind, body and soul
empty the self here and you can be ever full
sitting under the sky that gives all life
we have to be thankful, everything´s all right.
The Madness of the city is twisted streets
car exhaust fumes and endless beeps
air hard to breathe, night hard to sleep
also THIS chaos is inside of me
madmen in the heart of the city, and cold killers
who will murder you for your cell phone and feel richer
they have no hearts but what beats of hard stone
their souls stale and calculating, surely alone
endless markets buying and selling needless junk
prostitutes on the street, crackheads
and drunks
I take em all in to my heart, no one´s forgotten
no one rejected, even the most rotten
I breathe in the toxins and this world is in me too
inside mirrors outside, that is how I grew
to understand me just nkow I let the world within
understand the universe and be free of all sin.
Chorii--
The internal world was first seen outside
mountain views, skies blue and wide
take it within, make your own wilderness
be a lover of the earth and feel her warm kiss
Alternately live in the world of TV
video games, magazines, look in side and see
the same, we´ll be having newspaper thoughts
completely ordinary while our minds rot
cultivate yourself, nourish yourself with the wholesome
not just the body but mind and soul also
live a beuatiful life and you can know beauty
or have a fake life that´s like a movie
what you put in is what you get out
in the jungle let the toxins all come out
cleanse yourself with water and fruit
a simple diet, and a quiet, simple truth.
So, I´m going to make the chorus out of one of those.
If you have any suggestions which you like best, let me know.
This song is about what´s inside of us. It´s something I was thinking about a lot recently.
Right now, I´m back in the city, in Managua, Nicaragua. It´s the capital, but I haven´t been out yet, just been working hard for 3 hours on my blog! I had lots of pics to put up. But back to the jungle. I wrote tons of poems there, and also at Zamorano, which I will tell you about in time. For now, wouldn´t you like to stay in the jungle with me?
We walk on, now it´s time to go check out the waterfall. I sat there under the waterfall, and it had a lot to tell me, so I listened.
The Cascade
I sit under the waterfall, happy with my place
its mists float down and sprinkle on my face
accept all the blessings mother earth gives
expect many lessons just because you live
I don´t want to be happy all the time, or successful
I want to fail big, be depressed, have my life stressful
that´s what makes the joy and rest so good
it´s the contrast and the thought that we never could
what makes my life sweet is that it´s been so sour
every day I was scared to get up, a coward
didn´t want to face the cold world and life
I knew that nothing awaited me but grief and strife.
It´s getting dark dear, so I have to walk home
thru the thick jungle, but here is my poem.
It´s getting dark dear, so I have to walk home
thru the thick jungle, but here is my poem.
So bless me waterfall I am all yours
I am humble below you and my heart is poor
you have much to teach me with your beauty
the way the water of your stream speaks, I´d think you knew me
telling me everything hidden inside the soul
of the great mother, how she always keeps control
by letting go--splenders like you created passive
perfect, magnificent, sumptuously massive
so in my life, I promise to stop trying to force it
flow like you, cascade, sonorous and mellifluous
the best I ever do, I don´t even do
every drop of my inspiration is owed all to you
you are something so much
more beautiful than me
I am still a slave, but you are truly free
It´s getting dark dear, so I have to walk home
thru the thick jungle, but here is my poem.
It´s getting dark dear, so I have to walk home
thru the thick jungle, but here is my poem.
Being the way you are, you´ve showed me so much
without any words and just a mist of touch
In your presence I am always grateful
you purify my spirit just like an old fable
of a man who came to a cascade, lost to be found
the nymph of the waterfall embraced him all around
gave him the love of his dreams, refreshed him
asking nothing in return, she accepts him
her love is pure and tru and she gives it freely
because she´ll never run out, it flows endlessly
it´s a holy spot I will never forget
a redemption that cleanses all your regrets
makes life worth living again, full and vital
the heart sings out like giving a recital
so many gifts the universe gives
and the nonliving are those who constantly live.
It´s getting dark dear, so I have to walk
home
thru the thick jungle, but here is my poem.
It´s getting dark dear, so I have to walk home
thru the thick jungle, but here is my poem.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that one a little. I know it´s nothing really, just a little something I wrote, but it´s not really that good. I thought I could make a song out of it maybe.
Anyway, I´ll have to tell you what I´ve been up to lately later, because I´ve been in here 3 hours just putting up pics! Man, I been slackin on my blog. Lately, i´ve been having a real good time though, you can see that from the pics now, at least. In just the last week I guess I´ve written about 15 raps, about two a day. I have been having quiet time every night, so I just get down and do it. I´ll be sharing more with you if you wouldn´t mind...
That´s all for now,
Peace!
Colin
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