2 Degrees of Separation

                                                                   Heart on Fire

Day 2 -42 Degrees of Fire

2 degrees of separation feels like a breath bruised.  

A gypsy soul traveling out in the farthest sea
 a desolate wave rises and falls
waiting for an exotic gale

A wave

A wind

A hero

A desire

Where one begins the other ends

How does passion marry spirits?

merge, 
form, 
dissolve and disappear 
into the ocean of existence

Seemingly an illusion

Yet shifting light and vibration

A signature is left like a silhouette

Through eternity

time and space

the intimate witnesses

A lone soul rises
 like a rogue wave,
 yet wants to fall to the bottom

Where the heaviness extinguishes

all thoughts, obsessions

And desires

Vapor ascends burned by the ravenous sun

Dissolves into the sky of fervor

A muse

A flame

A mariner

A gypsy wind traveling out in the farthest sea
 a desolate wave rises and falls
moves to the rhythm of being.

K.F 2012

The Sea, Gypsy and 42 Degrees

I fear me this-is Loneliness- 
The Maker of the soul 
Its Caverns and its Corridors 
Illuminate-or seal- 

                                  -Emily Dickinson, 318

Pre-Degrees of Facts

The Jypsy is leaving tomorrow, or a day after.  For 42 days he will travel from California to China and back , porting in Japan and Korea along the way.  He is the first Engineer on a massive cargo ship that transports containers.  I am enamored by his intensity in this endeavor.  I did not really know or understand that modern American sailors travel long distances cut off from loved ones and the general world that is consuming the rest of us day in and day out.  

Since I am well studied in the stories and psychology of the hero's journey...it is hard for me not to examine closely this journey he is about to take.  We often think the modern world does not allow for the classical hero's path.  The kind that requires a separation, initiation and return.  

He separates from the consuming culture and plunges himself into the unknown.  This is literally true because he does not know the ship, crew and thus will self initiate himself in the first seven days of the journey.  He has no luxury of a ceremony or celebration on either side of his quest.  The quiet solitude of one man's energy rising against the machine.  This is the only truth.  





1 Degree of fire-passion-imagination musings

42 levels of leaving, 42 stages of letting go(a healthy dose of individual time-happy with myself moments-rather than obsessing about our situation) , 42 days of burning, keeping the fire lit.  

42 embers that burn quietly
in the vast space between us. 

42 nights of erotic desire paused like 
the best romance-adventure-mystery movie 
ever made.  

I have assured my muse that I have a good imagination.  

He has passed one threshold.  He has entered my Dream Time.  This is no small affair, as my dreams are equal to my waking. If we could only meet there within the 42 days.  Something to strive for.