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Brycical Aug 2013
THE TRECK

Step-
      step-
          step

Walking through
orange mountains--
a journey toward
the blue hole,
like shamans through a desert--
except we have beer.

never loosing our sight
of the sea,
I swear, every step
makes the water glow a more magificent blue
as the wind travels through every rock.

Step-
      step-
          step

One of the electric men
from the rocks whispers
through a gust
to trust the path ahead of me.
I take a swig of beer.

Step-
      step-
          step
                              ­                                    **ARRIVAL and RELAXING

                                              
                                                               Subdued
                                                         ­      Subtle
                                                    ­           Serene duet
                                                               between Nephthys and Nuit lulls us
                                                               to rest after a feast of honey tahina
                                                          ­     in a hut with the words "Peace City"
                                                           ­     painted over the kitchen.

                                                               ­                            Silent
                              ­                                                                 ­   Soothing                                            
         ­                                                                 ­                           Solace      
                                                                                  
                                                                                        wondering
                                                  ­                                if Moses was really lost
                                               in a place many might consider  paradise.

                                                               ­                             Saline
                             ­                                                               Sa­phire
                                                      Soul blood pours from mother's veins--
                                                         ­       Dahab/Sinai is a major artery
                                                          ­      of civilization creation, a sacred
                                                          ­     space for those seeking to unplug.
Brycical Aug 2013
A Brittish psychedelic
Benjamin Button.

Maverick explorer
54 years young.

A groovy dude connected to Dahab since the 70's.
Sure doesn't hurt he knows the folks who own the land.

A kindly herb surgeon, the man knows how
to live, give and roll a spliff.

Enjoyed your company
swapping stories and smokes.

Keep on,
hang loose
and be cool.
Brycical Aug 2013
Afternoon waves splash
across the rocks--

kshhhhhhhhhh,
kshhhhhhhhhh...

Several green Stella's glisten
in the shade,--

kshhhhhhhhhh,
kshhhhhhhhhh...

Soothing wind spins around in my hair,
the sound dances off the waves--

whhhhhhhhhhh kshhh,
whhhhhhhhhhh kshhhhhhh...

My open eyes gaze
into the sapphire-lapis sea--

whhhhhhhhhhh kshhh,
whhhhhhhhhhh kshhhhhhh...

Time is still,
only the water is moving.

*kshhhhhhhhhhhh.....
Brycical Aug 2013
Rolling
           down
             the rabbit
                hole--
under the stars
      s w a y i n g
like shisha smoke
gypsy dancing hips sway lips smile wide
         sound
       sight light taste all one
echoes swirl around we twirl
         like whirling dervish
leaving our bodies--
leaving the tube
joining each other's saltwater skin
bathing in
       our conscious one
       our conscious AUM
as the midnight sapphire ocean's white foam splashes over
every ONE of us.
The shooting stars dance with us--
the air dances             with us
the water dances        with us
Jack & coke's dance inside us
between our toes
the sand dances        with us
the hash dances        with us
as we are
just being
JUST BEING!
LIVING!
Brycical Aug 2013
Never sits still unless
he's passed out on the floor,
playful smile hides wise eyes
as his beard talks to us
after communion with a bottle of Jack
and rolling down the rabbit hole:

*We have been going before the beginning
It's not what you know but how you apply it
Ancient knowledge is knowledge now
We follow what is right for us

Everything was a miracle once

When **** is happening, it's ****
it's only not **** once it's happened already.

Everything is general,
what we do is specific.

We're fighting to get past so many archetypes and realities:
nature vs. nurture
fight vs. flight
yin vs. yang
Right vs. left
male vs. female
analytical vs. emotional
visual vs. verbal  
majority vs. minority
experience vs. innocence

What's the point of distance
when you can see yourself on another plane of existence
and not simply see yourself consciously?

When you see yourself, who are you?
You know who you are because when you ask the universe
it will arrive in time!
Brycical Aug 2013
It seems like this place has a certain pull, it's bringing people here. What's attracting so many?

*Because they can hear the silence
Brycical Aug 2013
Water; the pure blood
of the earth tickles the rocky shores,
liquid congregation on the beach.
Race, religion and creed are forgotten
on the beaches of Dahab.

People are living,
an empty police station devoid
of lawmen--
they're swimming with people in the blood of the earth
on the beaches of Dahab.

Raggae and Spanish music waft
in the **** and hashish scented air,
as the people cool in the blood of the earth,
on the beaches of Dahab.

Living free and open,
far from the religious obligations and hungry lust stares in Cairo
people are tanning, laughing, drinking, being
in the blood of the earth,
on the beaches of Dahab.
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