Calm And Peace

I was at the beach two weeks ago and that was necessary. It has been a long time since I took time off from this mindless slaving for my monolith slave drivers.

It was good.

But it was the jungle trail nearby that made my day. Yes, I did Mount Gading for the second time.

I love the waterfalls and lovely wild flowers, and the fragrant breath of lianas, vines and stangler figs.

The trail has strung along it, as upon a thread of silk - opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our fucked up modern life style - well, at least thats how some of us perceive life to be. It has been a return to the calm and the peaceful.

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and be numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trees, the quiet...the jungle.

...and then by the beach just before sunset, when I hear the cicadas wailing to the yellow dusk, my cares fall from me.

I am happy again if not but for awhile.