"As surely as there is a voyage away, there is a journey home."
-Jack Kornfield

10 August 2010

zanzibar

watching the sun fade, brilliant orange globe tracking down the horizon,
sailing dhow cutting across the dark turquoise sea, palm fronds swaying as the
day slowly turns to night; i sit amongst others, yet my focus lies within;
the singularity of this moment, of this experience, as the sea air gently buffets my face.
cameras abound, catching the moment amongst electrodes and circuits; but my own stays
holstered.
how can one try to grab a moment consisting of sun, sea, air, earth; to imagine as one simple plane
is to cheat the brilliance;
i sit and smile.