The prompt: “Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher” – William Wordsworth.
I am a pirate, from the deepest of my soul to the heart I want to bare, so that it tastes the sea air while my hands grip the wheel and the ship rises and crashes, so my mind splashes with glorious memories of battles won or unwon, and lace unwoven, so that I may kiss the hand of the latest maiden; I ask no more, but no less, and when freedom comes and sits upon my soaking shoulder I know I managed to escape, through the skin of my teeth, another incident unbecoming of me…
And that is why, should I be tasked to come forth into the light of things, and let nature be my teacher,I will always add that the teacher will be challenged; for only by challenging nature, and winning only sometimes, do we blossom. Only by standing at the top of a mountain in howling blizzard, held fast by ice pick planted, though in reality merely scratched into the icy surface, do we learn to love the elements with passion. And it is there, on top of a mountain, in conditions like those just mentioned, that Basho’s words; “learn the rules and then forget them!” suddenly ring true, and are equally suddenly understood…no, Basho, the grandmaster of haiku was not talking about haiku, he was talking about nature.
And if you make it back down, face the avalanches like a man, or with the guile and temperance of the woman, and reach the solid ground at base camp, only then will you let nature guide you, and learn that to be guided really means to challenge, right to to the edge.
So come cross the Saharas with me. Come, and taste freedom in the desert sands, glorious, glorious freedom, for nowhere does one learn about oneself more than in a desert, with the knowledge that there are days and days ahead with only more of the wonderful sands, dunes, oasis and rocks to cross and bear witness to.
I love the men, and women of the desert, love their disdain of 2nd hand information on the radio, much preferring the company of a fire, traveler, coffee and setting sun as company.
Let me kiss or shake your hand there. as I serve you, welcome you, tease you to join me in my desire to traverse the sands, to reach the tops of mountains where snow gleams permanently.
Then, companion, sing, dance, woop with joy, feel the spray on your face, because we will have taken to the seas to discover more, and more, volcanoes, lava flowing,and Siberian winters among reindeer with people who challenge nature each day, but know secrets about berries and herbs that we can only dream about.
You only live if you learn to challenge the elements…
in one dew drop on cactus
an ocean of pleasure
-an exquisite taste