Leaving for now ocean girt southern shores,
Heading north into those dark pensive clouds,
Away from safety and comfort of home,
To the land of my spiritual roots.
Roaming in a world of sacred places,
Ancestral home of my other family.
Taking this bruised body over to them,
Not sure if they truly understand why?
Step out of my physical comfort zone
In a land where my spiritual self, glows
Does the colour of my skin, change their eyes?
Of those who being native are darker
Touching briefly on the land of Vern’s birth
Safe knowing we’ll be back in a week’s time.

Sunrise over the Indian Ocean,
scattered clouds with golden tops

Into India by ancient paths
Made fresh by trails in the air
Soft clouds, golden dawn
Gentle beds that can’t support
The weight of this tin cocoon

Fields of orange sulphur diamonds
Spread out across a dark sable field
Pin points of light creating patterns
Both with abstract and Celtic certainty
Edged by the black of a midnight sea

The patterns fade yet team with life
Ones that are too distant to understand
All souls awake or asleep, moving still
Their own understanding deep within
Their sense of I, lost from the indivisible Self

Blood red shifting moon disappearing into the clouds
Scattering of sodium jewels on beds of ebony
The rough edges of reality fade into a tropical night
Distances relaxed, entombed to sit for the next eight hours
Extended legroom still cramped for a long-legged boy
Adventure of multiplicities flying north to a multicultural land
A journey inwards, then west and east,
now south towards home.