Considering the West

 Recently I travelled to distant mountain tops in deep contemplation of lifes mysteries. Like where babies come from? And what was born before science existed? There was time now... time now to Consider the Source...

This Guys the Limit!

I thought I was the fool...but as I peered into the endless hole...I realized that I was but one of One Hundred Thousand Fools!

I was on the road...and I needed music!

Time for peace and harmony. Time to become one with Brother Nature.

 

The scenery was grand, the views marvelous... one might even say Up To But Not To Exceed...Whoa

As I reached the summit, I ponder what I might find in the jar. Hopefully not Many Words Of Disapproval!

It was here that I had a moment of divine realization. It was then that I knew You are literally a Metaphor!

Nothing left to do but Consider the Source!

 

Who goes there I asked? Who might you be? Quietly a voice whispered... The One Who Knocks...

 

 With no Dombra to practice with, I had to improvise. Time to jam on some air Dombra! Gotta Keep Your Pimp Hand Strong!

When Considering the Source, there may be moments of doubt and confussion. Times when you ask yourself How Am I Not Myself?

 

Times when your brain turns to mush and You Go Squish Now!

 

Sometimes there is No Easy Answer

 

Sometimes you just gotta hit the road and turn on the jams!

 

At the top of the mountain comes the inevitable, "This is the Way?"

 

Then there is the realization that you are but a speck on this massive ball we call Mother Earth. You wonder if You Are Disappearing...

Then there are moments of clarity. Moments where It is Known

 

 

Sometimes the mountain seems insurmountable! A moment where you seem Between The Teeth Of Trouble!

 

But then you climb the mountain and with great joy you Put Another Rock In That Bag!

Sometimes the Order Of The Triad seems misplaced and the world appears all backward.

 

Other times you just need the rains to come and Moisturize The Situation

 

And then there are those Complex Complex times where you just need to stop and let things soak in

Then you ask yourself how did I get here? Perhaps I am The Transported Man

 

 

Then you turn around and realize that you are Closer To Home than you think

 

And what do they call this man of the mountains? Why...They Call Him The Smiling Assassin