Collection/compilation of inspired journal entries I wrote during the course: Pt 1
Bhaktapur (mid course), spoken piece:
It’s in the air this morning
I didn’t know it was there when I woke up and I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for it
but when I stepped outside I could feel it
Shaking my mind awake, pulling it from slumber and roundhouse kicking (perform roundhouse) it to attention
“WOOHOO!” Goes my heart in cartwheels!!!
be free! and young! and impulsive! and glad!
IT’S HAPPENING! It’s freakin…
(turns and looks around) “Hey are you guys seein this? Tell me you’re getting this! Somethin’s happening bro!!”
I think I’m aware I’m alive at a spiritual level
I can feel the vibrations of life sustaining elements coursing into my burning lungs
impressing themselves into the ink of the moment which, in turn, impresses itself onto the fabric of memory
Golden bliss: the sweet, sweet, cold, but heartwarming moment
I want to capture it all
the daze of the dream has left my sleeping mind and expressed itself into the air
but this time I am aware I’m dreaming
There’s something in the air man Im telling you!
Either that or there was something in that cup of coffee I drank (holds up cup)
I want to shout, yell, and scream! away in the valley and hear the echoes of my youthful voice to remind me to never fall asleep again
I want the echoes to pass by each home carrying solely emotion through the thin air,
generating connection like two hands rubbing together to ignite with friction: wonder,
weaving the hearts and minds of others to experience the moment
Bhaktapur (mid course): They speak for themselves
Spotted white clouds create a soft rainbow trout to cover
and hover
and inspire the ground to look up and notice
I think I noticed, I hope I did,
but I’m happy with what I see for the moment
Snow capped egdam large hills speak for themselves
no hyperbolic comparison or simile to be made
they really do embody their mythical status
They speak for themselves
Hazy, glazed woods look more appealing than a krispy kreme donut right now
and that’s coming from a guy who knows he’ll be eating daal bhat for breakfast
Can tree leaves really look so freaking unreal or is that my sleep clogged eyes screwin up their focus?
“Let’s go running” invites the sun passively
“that would be swell”
Chokauti homestay: To be lost in the moment
I want, with all my heart, before my thoughts change their minds,
to be lost in the moment
I want the trees to glow and giggle
the air to burn and invigorate
to give life to my fire and satiate every desire
I want to shhhharpen my senses on the horizon of an early day
and notice how bright
the sunlight
can excite
my eyes
I want to see the golden ray in everything
And remember the joy, the moment, not later but now and cling
I need to replace the lens of perspective
to appreciate each millisecond I live
Because everything can be perfect once I change my attitude
And I’ll once again feel nostalgic for the smiles of my relatives
looking forward to more endless moments and more gratitude
I wish to stay in the present
Chokauti homestay goodbye speech: thank you
Dherai dherai danyabaad
tapaalai dherai danyabaad malaai aaphano gharmaa rackanu bhaeko chha
tapaailé malaai tapaaiko pariwar sanga liaunu baeko
dherai dherai danyabaad
tapaaiharu mero Nepali pariwarma chaa
Ma tapaaiharulaai sadhai samjanchhu
Dhulikel (day 2 poetry sesh): I am from…
The words “I am 18 years old” are synonymous with:
fear, respect, and an unspoken but very much present love and affection
Synonymous with strong emotions; a rush of sometimes impulsive actions outshining a relentless trickle of progress
I am from no place dear to my heart,
the people in my life have already filled that
I am from a family dynamic that is dynamic
but revolves around a well maintained structure
Hidden below the imposing pillars of that structure; below, between, and past the steel frame are nights spent reading Harry Potter,
horizons that shine on the waves that beat my back out in Stinson beach,
stressful, painful, and all important moments that inspire future me to feel embarrassment and guilt
A lack of interest and confidence in writing,
an attitude that enjoys a good joke,
a mind that hopes to find enlightenment in Nepal,
or at least a memorable sight.