In the Outback I walk and the words fade away.
Because my words are only weak and my emotions compelling.

I follow my own road to the Absolute
Connected to the Earth, I sleep on its soil
Connected to the Stars, I sleep beneath
Connected to the Planet, I am a small but complete part of it.

I feel transcended. Words are powerless but I speak and write.
I meet Enchanters and Enchantresses.
But also Sorcerers and Sorceresses.
They live in such suffocating ways when the answer is Out there.

I am an Alien in a world of migrants
I am an Outlander and yet I, embrace the land

Words are Wrong. Words are Wrong.
When my emotions deepen into my Self.
I want to explain but I am unable

And Silence is my Emperor, Tears my Empress
Because my Tears Speak louder than my Words.
My eyes are shut and my face a Stone
My tears shed abundantly, they roll down my cheeks
Fall down to the ground, fall down to the Earth
And I grow, extend my vision.
Spread my Wisdom and share my Trust

I am sorrowful when I understand that they don’t understand
Because they live a Lie and therefore my sorrow is profound
I walk among Them and around me there are towers that are noisy
Screens that are too bright
I look around and they walk fast to the Nowhere disguised as a Destination
A Destiny, a Fate. Death.
I hear them whispering and their words and sentences are blaring
They want to be heard, they want to be seen, they want to leave something behind
But they destroy.

And I face the fact. Because I don’t hide and bury the Truth
But I leave for the Outback and I walk
The snakes are hissing but they are less dangerous than the established societies
When they attack and release their precious venom, you know
But people in cities die slowly and quietly.
Their breath is taken away discreetly
The Planet cries because of them and they complain because they drown
And I, try to keep my head afloat

So this is my ultimate transcendence.
I give my last Words to Wayne before I continue my travels
I see the faces of the persons who helped me
I see the faces of the persons that I have loved.
There is plenty of them.
I wish I can confide in them about my deepest emotions but I am unable
They would have to penetrate my Self.
Which is impossible.

I do not want to share who I am since the parts of me that I can share are inaccurate.
Sharing is often vain.
So I give in to Nature, the Absolute, Me
I do not need Words if I do not know how to use them
I can not sing them, I can not write them as I wish I could
Why that?
Because I only feel them. I sense them. The emotions.
They are given to me unexplained
And I, can not interpret them to express them to someone who did not feel them.
That’s why I’m an Foreigner, an Outsider
And my relations are a bias.
Distorted because I give a Name to sensations that are nameless

Therefore I do not define.
I wander, with inaudible footsteps and presence
I see, hear and observe as if I had no tongue
As if I was a ghost.

As if I was a ghost.