I went out hiding trying to find the one thing lost. Trying ever so hard just to be me and that wasn’t it either - not being me was enough. I took a long road - that wound back where I’d been but from different heights. Saw things that hurt me along the way - mother - school - church - father - grandparents and even the slight of my siblings.

This way I thought should lead somewhere - is my path. But the path had other things in mind - took me past waterfalls and deserts, pyramids and ice cream shops in France, gelatos in Sienna - and that grey Isle of Isla. I drank a dram full - I drank dram after dram and still I became no clearer.

The water in this stomach needs to bleed out - all over Christ’s ground - all the Golgathâ skulls cremated in my face - I lie dead - not dying - taking in the view from afar. I hadn’t come this long - struggled this much, to leave without a blessing.

Reach out man, and grasp what you want - for in the grasping the letting go is built. You can trust your heart even as it brings you death in the same blow. Come across the wide ocean and step yourself in green green waves - lost in the sound of another tongue.