Rising in Belongil

Rose early to pray to the sun gods
Feet kissed muted sand and the remnants of night

To the east
Gold lining in clouds calls for new life and new beginnings
Rising arms hold its children
Beacon where we came from, not so long ago

To the west
Moonset over giants
Purple ghost fade distant against salmon skies
Chasing Venus below, to the underworld

A breath of life for you, a breath of life for me
Miracles make for daily simplicity
Not a sunrise the same
Nor a wave
Nor a breath

In Gondwana
A cluster of stars
Stuck to the roof of my mouth


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[QUOTE=croissant_warrior;443664]One curiosity: who on this thread is actually travelling (moto or not) and who is inspired from the kitchen chair of their loft? If you are travelling, what country are you in?

The first 2 poems I posted on this thread were written while traveling by motorcycle, on my way back from Valparaiso, Chile, to Buenos Aires.

I am now sitting on a comfortable chair in my BA apartment, but planning to be on the road again in a couple of months...

A cold rainy ride
A misty headlight appears
A gloved hand raised, "Hi!



GS3&TT2

Thanks for feeding the thread digiamo

Social group riding
A mind strays horizon bound
Alone with the wind

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Mountains of off roads
A cultural panoply
Sub-continent bound

The world's a playground
A SeeSaw MerryGoRound
We will ride them all

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A roadside warning
"Down this road there be dragons!"
Let's have some real fun

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Au ciel

Quels sont ces grand squelettes
la peau grise et les bras au ciel
le corps tordu dans le vent sec
que les mémoires de nos ancêtres ou ceux qui donnent leur âme à la guerre?

Figés, on aurait cru leurs derniers mots
car sous la souche le feu avait bruler toute vie
presque,
car aujourd'hui les jeunes gommiers adolescents
dansent sous le vent des alpes
au pieds des tombeaux
au gré des vents

on pense dans l'espace inconnu
la mort certaine de ce que l'on sait
pourtant
le vie revient toujours
dans cet amour infini.

Rosa del desierto and I are near San Augustin, Colombia, she, recovering from fractures resulting from a slide in mud while riding the "trampolin de la muerte" one of those roads that are passable unless it rains - alot and it did. And I, doing all I can to help the woman I love to heal, and reading.

Complicating the adventure is the "paro" cutting all roads in and out of the Colombian state of Huila this consists of week old roadblocks and protests by coffee growers that prevent me from riding our Hondas. The entry permits are running out and it is impossible to get past the roadblocks to the local DIAN office for extensions ... so we wait, we heal, and we listen to the unabridged audio edition of striking Viking's
"One more Day Everywhere."

My humble opinion, using some of Heggstad's owned coined terms, is that the "travel gods" have enabled one man - one very strong and courageous man to speak for the "long riders," and, he does so brilliantly.

My emotions rode along with Heggstad from Japan, appropriate as he was a national martial arts champion, through the world's most dangerous and exotic places, through his loves and his losses, his friends, his intimate thoughts, and his experiences that all of us "long riders" have experienced but perhaps to a lesser degree. The cold of Siberia, the heat of Africa, the pleasures and sadness of southeast asia and the reflections upon it all once home again in California.

He might have been a tough kid, but he became a real man, a gentleman.

And, let us not forget that for 5 weeks or so he was a tortured captive of the revolutionary forces of Colombia. He was famous before he became famous. But, it was not the fame that motivated him, it was his innate tender concern for humanity and a need to understand how governments, not the common man or woman, get it so wrong. His conclusion, well I won't give that away, but the book is worth reading just to have his conclusion surface from within your own experiences and from your own soul.

John Morgan does a good job reading the audible.com edition of "One More Day Everywhere" (unabridged).

Striking Viking, (Glen Heggstad) see his Ride Tales on the HUBB ! might listen to Willie Nelson for on the road inspiration, but I found his book "One More day Everywhere" my inspiration during our own Colombian adventure.


Xfiltrate eat, drink and read

Hola xFiltrate - thank you for the share and please send my best wishes of recovery to Rosa del desertio.

I had put away Glen's book as advised by my wife at the time, who judged his less then perfect character with suspicion. I travel alone now andncurrently feed my own inspiration on Australian lands (it is magical). Glen's may add to the mix, on those nights when the longing to be in company of like souls burns warmer than usual.

Then, it is good to read this thread and share a few lines of beauty; it is good to know there are always people by the fire.

May you all travel safely, and thanks again for these news.

hasta luego.

Alain

Mountain hot springs search
Primal baths call of the wild
Soak these miles away



GS3&TT2

Rides of a lifetime
Always around the next turn
Antici.....pation

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