Journey

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It ‘s the wind blowing through desert sands,

It’s the sound of a song,

The heartbeat of a dreamer.

 

The sun’s tender hand strokes my cheek,

Little dust children play around my feet

As I journey on paths unknown.

 

Small steps become many miles.

On wind’s song my heart travels to greet my future –

Un-thought, unspoken,

To wait for me at life’s final destination.

 

Or, perhaps not.

Perhaps, merely a port

Where I will rest my weary head for a moment’s respite,

Before the wind blows me away to foreign shores

Where dreams are yet unborn,

And stories are yet untold.

 

Still, I will journey.

I will walk on,

Never to stop.

 

As the ebb and flow of time moves us in this delicate dance,

All will dissolve into finality,

Only to endure into eternity.

 

And we will be here, you and I,

With our laughs and tears,

On our bench at journey’s end.

 

But for now I will say my goodbyes,

For my journey is not yours,

And yours is not mine.

 

 

 

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Mentaliteit van Water

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(*I decided to rewrite this piece in my mother tongue, Afrikaans)

Ek wil hierdie liggaam afgooi,

Vel en molekule loslaat

Tot my wese vrygelaat word –

‘n Stygende wasem,

druppels wat saamsmelt:

Om te omsluit.

Om omsluit te word.

Om te deurdring

En deurdring te word.

Om oor hierdie bal te was –

Oor tyd en plek,

Land en volk.

Deur strate,

Deur valleie.

Oor berge en oseane

Tot ek dit in my arms vashou

Totdat dit my vashou.

 

 

Mentality of Water

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I want to shed this body,

Release skin and molecule

Until my essence is released –

A rising vapour,

merging droplets:

To envelop.

To be enveloped.

To permeate

And be permeated.

To wash across this orb –

Across space and time,

Country and nation.

Through streets,

Through valleys,

Across mountains and oceans

Until I hold it in my arms.

Until it holds me.