The rich man without any name

How be immersed beyond being some tears that come from deep within some well I didn't even realise existed inside me when im just plagued by some dreadful mentality feeling a little burnt out you made a split second of your life connect with mine you tell your story and remind our sweet souls to 'drop all those mental rack sacks' and
 your 72 yr old shell, a spirit that has riden (by bicycle) the south American whispers, hit by the beat hippie gen of the states in there hey day, to enrich the lives in India, enlightens every cell in my body, the wisdom and beauty that resonates some souls is just unbelievable why do we guard ourselves with these false habitions. The complete absorption of atman with Brahman is quiet a nice concept, beaten to the ground by the sun belonging to the earthperhaps selflessly content i light a cigarette and breath in the incense sitting alone on my andalucian terrace hungry for what Spain gives me. wanting to dive straight into a sea of pura vida and learning pure spontaneous living allowing this bodily shell to be carried away, giving into the truth of being a child of the universe knowing that she holds tight in her grasp and having no need or desire to commit my mind to any particular way of practise, with no need to fuel the conflict, no need to preach or universalise  just the acknowledgement of existing in some greater divinity and unity gives it all. Maybe there is a god above maybe there is not maybe theres 5 or 200 who cares what we think our theories dont differ that much so exhaust the fear and insecurities and give in to the mystery and the parelel way of living those mysteries not to be so sure of ourselves or others. your sweet wrinkled hands grab me intense eyes as I practise my Spanish and you expect so much more from me at this moment my mind trys to recognize Every word I have learnt in Spanish and I wish I could just speak to you with the knowledge of every Spanish word ever composed but my eyes full of self disappointment but total inspiration and motivation to learn your language embrace ur culture learn your history and paint your streets and come back to simply speak to you. you speak something along the lines of 'grab those sexy Spanish boys' or maybe 'they will grab you' but I think it was the first one because they certainly don't grab as I watch them sit in the afternoon sun enthralled in passion, plucking away at their strings, and green eyed just like at home when I look at his love for it not for one second could any girl or anything else interupt this moment between man and instrument... Our first spanish house party up high on the andalucian hills overlooking and the entire lot, the prerequisites of Spanish guitars, sangria a language that throws us all together, ukeleles saxaphones hearty jams and dances solid joy free of cameras and total submission to all happenings and surroundings, those incredible people eyes full of intensity and road whethered bodies with no home the road is the path since birth. feeling clever dancing round the rooftop singing 'happy anus" rather than 'happy birthday' slightly embarrassed I resort back to the boring old English tongue immediatly, hang out with neighbours of where joe strummer jammed finish up with Some Cuban and Spanish bars and dancing in down rocker town Granada with suar. From my doorstep The streets are quiet dirty dogs and cats roam, wheelie bins are rummaged by the nicest of homeless the smells of tonights leftovers float through the whitewashed kitchen and the bubbling of the shishas in the distance. knew It was Spain and I will not forget it not for one second Iknow my soul belongs to the universe but heart and mind belong here for now and I will do anything in my power to make it as u have stolen every part of me, I don't think the same thoughts for a moment I remain one and not give a damn, all those i been clutching to tightly Im sorry, we let go here so I must do it everywhere, asta pronto but we all know to well that pronto will be a few lives away so we be quietly grateful and farewell, I'm not ment to stick to your road or yours or yours , so ill let you go bid farewell let all these stars and past relics fold up, it's our time to make and take to create a high alone uninduced, a monster needs food Spain the belly button of being wrap up     Laura