Friday, January 28, 2011

when you pack up your life (transition / immigration)...

When you pack up your life,
leave everything and everyone
you hold dear
behind you
& migrate to another world:
You lose sight of your feet
& you no longer
have reference of the sky.
You regrow the eyes of a tourist,
the heart of an artist
and the words of a poet.
And finally,
in the arms / company
of a stranger,
(if you are very lucky)
you'll find
yourself home.

(c) Brent Harpur, 2011/2012.

A lot has happened in the last year or so... I have decided to re-visit this post &
re-dedicate it to my "Distant Favourite Muse"... xx


1 comment:

  1. ah, beautiful! the folding and unfolding of the spirit though the great DMT transition, on the technical side, the grammar devices are alittle off putting, think it'd be best without them really... on the whole though really liked that 'regrow the eye of the tourist' -adds a whole new respectful grace to that 't' word, check out my site if you like, critique/comments welcome...