In search of a new paradigm,
He chose solitude in abundance
To sail solo in the joyful waters of the Atlantic,
The ocean of passionate dreams and desires.
He has a maddening ability to suppress
The worries of this messy earth
And can face even the dingdong of doom
With a nonchalant smile on his lovely lips
And the sureness of his sweet soul.
He loves the iodine scent
Of the infinite sea,
The sights and sounds offered
By the rich wilderness of the waves
And while the first rays of the sun
Filters through his sails,
He digs in the treasure trove of memories,
Privileging some rather than the others,
He thinks of his impalpable dreams
Buried in the ashes of his fireplace,
The multi-colored butterflies,
The women in his life,
The palm-shaded wells,
His songs, an impassioned cri-de-coeur
And his writings, a catharsis of his emotions.
In the misty morning,when he gazes
At the immensity of the ocean,
The dolphins dancing upright on their tails,
Offering the joys of comfort
In this lonely voyage,
A discovery of the self,
He feels the way Moses had felt
In his solitude by his flock
On the starlit Arabian waste.
He expands, heart becoming larger and larger,
Feels the pangs of pain,
Every cell of his body becomes divine
And he realizes he is complete.
He weeps, he laughs,
Weeps again and again
And laughs again and again.
He stiffens his sails
And sets for
An unknown destination.