The View from Within

                                                                 Sapa '2019



Is it the stillness of the place
or the sobriety of the mind?
I ask myself...
With every breath drawn closer
each thought feels distant
This strange vanity of the wind
Slurping away lonely ideas
And stringing them together
into songs about freedom...
Far away in another village
Another dreamer recoups the lyrics
Pulling only those strings
That sooth her glorious chaos...
This frolicking of the breeze
Inspires many tales of liberation
Whisking away its secrets
But where is the song coming from
Is it the stillness of the place
or the sobriety of the mind?
I ask myself...