12/04/2022
Long road zen I search for it, that harmonic high I get when the wind buffet, road hum, engine rumble, sunlight, and temperature all combine to elevate my consciousness. I search for it on the highways and byways, the backroads, on sunny days I wish would never end. I crave the solitude and the long introspective talks I have with myself and my maker, all of it stretched out on an open road. Where am I going? It doesn't matter. I am the destination. As soon as my feet hit the pegs, and the wheels are turning, I'm there. All the stress and turmoil, all the "what if's" and "should have's", any doubt's and wants stream off of my soul, like gossamer threads in the wind. It's basic freedom of the everyday grind, it's a grin so wide it hurts, it's a tonne of weight lifted off my shoulders, it's the calm knowledge I can break away from the world, and leave it behind. Addictive and fiery, it colors my view and soothes my mind. It's spiritual and healing, it's my escape. If you've found it, I don't need to explain, if you search for it, you already know, if you don't understand it, all is not lost, buy a motorcycle and learn to ride. Then you'll hear the clean clear call of the wind and the open road.
