The inspiration to travel was first beckoned by New Zealand. There isn’t a single one point that was the calling, but rather the entire entity of the spirit. Perhaps it was the incredibly intrinsic Maori culture hosting a melting pot of peoples across the world. After finally making the trip of my life from Honolulu, Hawaii to Auckland I realized it was the whole of it; the heart of the lost land, displays of prehistoric ferns about as if fern gully fairies would buzz out from the steam of volcanic activity and the dinosaurs of land before time would be seen grazing along with sheep in vineyards lightly dusted with the first snow of winter. Everyone was incredibly open and warm despite the chilling weather, a hearth of generosity gushing. Gluten Free Friendly nearly everywhere we traveled, both north and south Island. New Zealand has it all, City life, rich ancient history still very much alive and thriving among the modern aged adornments of pleasures we seek like lush hotels and shopping. Everything was vibrating on a higher level, clean crisp air, rumbling earth. In those moments traveling the open road in our rented camper van complete with kitchen and bath these musing came to mind and slowly dripped like a brew of roasted coffee beans.
Dare to seek those places yet known within the open spaces of existence. The tumbling out of skeletons within, unleashed run wild with natural mystic flow allowing the deep well of inspiration to froth at the surface. Dance the dance of earthen play, cultures tangled and frayed, maybe, but atlas points the compass rose a direction surely not yet known. Taste bitter the pain of pleasures unfolded like petals of the sweetest roses prick releasing unbridled passion for the wanderers lusting. Chocolate, powder, prismatic ices, sink under epidermis dipping the bass line undulating waves of breath hot with mastering the art of life.
Cosmic connections continue currents casting cold calculated contouring.
Dragons Flying High
Puff & Tongue Out
Melted Mirror Glass
Trees of Shadows Cast
South Island given visions
All is one
The revolving sun
We lay our memories down
Alive again at last
I see you and I know
You have a story to tell,
Your eyes beg to spill
The tales of what have brought you to this place
Are the crinkles in your hair from the wind that blew through trees
Far beyond eyes of the moon
There still hardened
Earth mashed from tramping on your soles
Dare I say the lead of your day was a fool in love with you.
Fishing lures and golden gals
Dampened halls of lore, spitting fires
High top flowers below a silken sky…
A pyre of lush and lusts turned ash
Breath you never drew
Sipping sitting skipping stones
We are the ones you once knew.
Blonde grass binding sheep
Emerald green rivers flow
Jade stones with ruby to find
Red red wine and the creamy cheese
Earths wooly friends
Company by the fire sharing chocolate
Mental notes creating a song to sing for the rest of time
My love gave of roses taking on the thorn, just to see a smile
New Zealand New Zen my dreams are filled with you!
Pioneers of city streets & goblet dreams
Masks of fortune
Told o coming markets gold
Carrying the fire old.
About the Author: Lace R. Coop. At the age of 21, the Travel Bug bit me. The winds of change and breeze of the abandoned wild blew through my young blonde locks inspiring me to sell everything, quit my job, leave the Midwestern town I grew up in and wander the great wide open! You never know if you never truly try, so why not LIVE to the fullest and fill your cup with the bubbling zest of TRAVEL! Flying on the wings of thrill. Hoop Dancer, Writer, Graphic Artist, Foodie, Wino, Luster of Life. LETS GO! Visit my blog.