intrepid traveler!

I have descended down the western slope of the rockies now, and the momentum of the descent is enough to roll me all the way back down the hill to Pasadena it feels like. Rolling all the way to the blessed golden shores, to weave my golden strands into a magic carpet i can fly on to my next adventure into the heart of the thrust of things. I think i have enough strands for a carpet big enough to take a few friends on, but i'll have to get back to you on that, I don't want to get ahead of myself. Writing from that strongest, deepest, most honest and thriving part of myself is hard to be sure you are doing. The force is breathing and it breaths in and it breaths out and you are never sure if your breaths are getting deeper or more shallow, or if your location is going forward or backwards. The warping pitter-patter of the path is enough to leave one nauseous in a dizzy heap by the side of the road. Then again, warp speed really busts the jar wide open as far as which direction one chooses to take it.

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way back home
stringcheeseincident

see...so much to see
find...you close to me
fly...way beyond the moon
learn...to feel the groove
far...so far away
home...is where i want to stay

on my way
way back home
i can't stay
way back home
so far away
way back home
on my way
way back home

long...the path is so long
long...but it makes me strong
live how you want to live
you...have so much to give
time...moves so slow
soon...it will be time to go

feel…what you need to me
see...so much to see
find...find you close to me

see what you find
waiting for you
home is the place
heart is true
feeling of warmth
sense of relief
found your place
now you believe

on my way
way back home
i can't stay
way back home
on my way
way back home
i can't stay
way back home