From the Journeys of Austin Sonnier
Go
I strive for the feeling I receive when I leap and bound, with no notion of small waning steps, far outside my comfort zone.
I feel more calm and at ease in a chaos abroad than in the congested streets of our domestic cityscapes.
When mentioning chaos I do not mean danger and violence, immediate peril or destruction.
I mean the chaos of life, a living essence uncontrolled and striped. Pure.
Naked.
Where the ticks and tocks of all society’s clocks are silenced, nude.
Here,
a series of trees and an untamed breeze, a hot southern sun and a stinging biting bug are left to rule.
All creatures under the sun are sovereign.
Now, driving with vehicle rumbling, forward I tread.
Passerbys walk within the shade made available at the side of the road.
Smiles are abundant.
The dust kicked into the air by our scattered trucks on dirt roads makes for beautiful sunsets.
We move forward, deep into the simplicity forgotten.
Our friends, the birds, yell and pigs squeal, the human soul here, too, can heal.
Go
I strive for the feeling I receive when I leap and bound, with no notion of small waning steps, far outside my comfort zone.
I feel more calm and at ease in a chaos abroad than in the congested streets of our domestic cityscapes.
When mentioning chaos I do not mean danger and violence, immediate peril or destruction.
I mean the chaos of life, a living essence uncontrolled and striped. Pure.
Naked.
Where the ticks and tocks of all society’s clocks are silenced, nude.
Here,
a series of trees and an untamed breeze, a hot southern sun and a stinging biting bug are left to rule.
All creatures under the sun are sovereign.
Now, driving with vehicle rumbling, forward I tread.
Passerbys walk within the shade made available at the side of the road.
Smiles are abundant.
The dust kicked into the air by our scattered trucks on dirt roads makes for beautiful sunsets.
We move forward, deep into the simplicity forgotten.
Our friends, the birds, yell and pigs squeal, the human soul here, too, can heal.