It’s my last morning in the beautiful town of Görlitz. I love this place. Nothing got ruined in WW2. Many of the churches and buildings are 500-700 years old. Jakob Boehme, the philosopher/mystic, is interred here. I think I could stay here forever. Get a little plot of land up in the mountains somewhere. Dry my clothes on a clothesline. Hang Easter eggs in the trees. Tend a garden. Grow roses & plant things like white asparagus, jalapenos, green peppers, tomatoes, onions, and so on.
And live out my days
until someone plants me.
But in the meantime, I’ve got places to go…
“You are crazy my child. You must go to Berlin, where the lunatics are.” ~ famous 19th century song
And people to see…
“People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.” ~ Plato
And I already know I’m not gonna die.
Not in this lifetime anyway.
There’s a train in the rain waiting for me…
and a book waiting
to write me.