This is going to be a hazy blog. In truth I sit here in my neat little hotel room although I feel exhausted and drained. I just want to put something down and record a few of the highlights of yesterday as they resonated with me and left me feeling filled of a unique energy.
Ancient cities, with broken stones, lost temples, a magnificent pyramid that echos pain like a ghost gently moaning a sermon of longing. Brown and blue mountains flow from the horizon and seem untouchable, distant and lucid. A steely cactus stares implacably upwards like an empty soul desiring nothing, feeling nothing, motionless and void resonating a gentle energy only the dead can feel. It stares patiently unfazed by the sun's harsh coat, which boils and burns like acid on living skin. Sharp pernicious pain that incessantly burns nd dries out your soul in a twisted vampiric embrace, ripping out the life energy like a knife piercing the mind. A gentle mist glazes the sky and lifts lightly over the basin. I see the earth baking gently until the heat becomes pain and the sand shimmers in a silence dance of drudgery and majestic misery. Death once the bringer of darkness at one time the preservation of life. Hearts beat empty of blood in a suffocation of madness, draining lasts breaths to bribe the gods from destruction in a sadistic symbiotic bond of fear, hatred and love.
I breathe in a sense of wonder I feel the energy of this place and wonder who walked the steps of this ancient city almost 2200 years ago. I want to write so much more about this - but I will leave it till another time.
So we went to see The ruins of Teotihuacan which is an ancient city that was believed to have a population of approximately two hundred thousand people in its prime. The large temple is called the The Pyramid of the Sun and I think is was a place of spiritual practice and was rumored to hold sacrifices of slaves. The view from the top is incredible, the steps are steep but worth the climb. The road into the town was called the Avenue of the Dead and indigenous men and women sell, traditional axes made from obsidian steel and skull masks. The place was eerie and had a peculiar energy. It felt hollow and empty like the house that someone had passed away in and was neglected and shunned by its despondent owner.
The only other thing that I want to mention is this:
A traveling bus. Two Mexicans lift from their chairs equipped with, brown bent bodied, nylon strung guitars and begin to play in perfect harmony. One has a guitar strap made from a dilapidated set of jeans, I can see the buttons hiding shyly and the protruding folds of blue and it makes me smile. A duet in Spanish speaking of lost loves and voices that burns with the very energy of life. I stare at them as I let their voices soak into me. I feel their humanity and their hearts. Their glistening eyes, the rough strumming and the raw energy of the two men engulf me as we cascade along this Mexican road. I can see over their shoulders, white, blue and pink houses caressing the base of the mountains. I smile as I absorb this. My heart is filled with love. What wonder and beauty I feel in this moment. The authentic energy is rich and raw bursting with our humanity. They stop. I feel happy and I contemplate what I would be doing back home in Australia. Working in chained to my computer, stuck in traffic in my the steel shell of my car and I feel tears well up in my eyes and I am in that moment grateful, grateful to have left it behind and to feel something so beautiful if only for a moment.
These moments are what I crave. Moments of passion, experience and love. They are the essence of what makes us human and I believe they enrich our very souls, they fill up our hearts and allow us to expand our sense of self. For this moment on the bus I am grateful, but I am greedy. Fill me up with love, passion and mystery and I shall be full, if only for a while.
Peace and Embrace.
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