There’s another kind of wondrous travelling; traversing the internal mind via textural soundscapes.
rose tinted view
and satellites that compromise
but i wanted more
with the cuts and the bruises
it drives me away
but it turns me
like a stranger’s love
(faith) rockets through the universe
it fuels the lies and feeds the curse
Laos, Luang Prabang.
Ventiene. Nong Duang
Faith is believing in what you know to be false.
Time too swift. Margaret Poynter
I used to think that quote true. I still cannot decide if the line is positive.
So often while in Laos we had to face questions of faith, if our efforts would pull through, what methods and illuminations would come forth to rescue us. Their shaded hopes, and our tired selves.
I think they had more faith than us. Through no real articulation. And so they were able to teach us the real meaning of faith.