A shocking night of sleep. Possibly the noisiest apartment I have had the displeasure of staying.
Complimentary breakfast around the corner at cafe Aroma is equally unimpressive.
Naples is doing itself no favours convincing me it deserves its popularity. Then again, Naples doesn’t care what I think about it.
Airport.
Home.
The end.
Sometimes simplicity rises
David Whyte
like a blossom of fire
from the white silk of your own skin.
You were there in the beginning
you heard the story, you heard the merciless
and tender words telling you where you had to go.
Exile is never easy and the journey
itself leaves a bitter taste. But then,
when you heard that voice, you had to go.
You couldn’t sit by the fire, you couldn’t live
so close to the live flame of that compassion
you had to go out in the world and make it your own
so you could come back with
that flame in your voice, saying listen…
this warmth, this unbearable light, this fearful love…
It is all here, it is all here.
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