Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

22 November 2017

Black Naza a.k.a Diamonds Of Life

 






There it is, the Ocean of my dreams



There it is, spreading out like a misty living desert, calling my name



I can feel it's pull, closer and into it’s endless void



‘Smell me’ she whispers, leading me into her dimension



‘Feel me’, she’s letting my mind drown a thousand times over






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I see myself walking on an endless bright beach, fine sand moves with the breeze, land slightly leaning down into the incoming waves. A backdrop of sand and mist, the sound of a strong wind, pulling and stroking my hair and clothes, wild fingers slapping and touching me as I walk without making any progress. Land meets sea. Behind me stoic trees bent away from the gale like old men, waiting for a peace that never will come, the shape of unheard tranquility. I see myself preparing to say goodbye, a humble adieu to the past and accept the welcome to where I will belong. Preparing my mind as the violent waves are rolling in and spreading life into all senses. Standing alone on this beach, looking out over the open landscape of discovery and hope, of death and tragedy, of the new, spawn from the old worlds that once were. Connecting my being to the endless free I slowly strip, leaving the few belongings I possess drifting away in the wind to become the burden of whom ever happens to stumble upon it. Means nothing to me now. It all started with nothing and it will end with nothing, nothing is all. What is not taken by the wind is being buried by a fast shifting fine sand. As deep breaths are slowly taking effect and the numbing chill on my bare body is subduing, my inner flame is burning bright, with a hot intensity. Mind is racing, ideas and memories speed by with an increasing speed as a dull trance is starting to take him, helping me, covering him like a blanket of the finest hope. I can see a smile on this mans face, being happy, joyful and grateful for a long and interesting life as a man, free of sickness and misery. Accepting the memories of a life filled with love and beauty, excitement and adventure. Well fed and all mans basic needs taken care of, cared for. Shelters found when needed, risks taken when wanted. A life filled with music and literature, warm beds and clean clothes. Joy is flowing in, filling the man up as the sun prepares to fade, letting the dark take over, to cover all traces. Dusk, the beginning of yet another cycle, to be repeated over and over again. As drifting sand and wind sweeps over his naked body, steps turns into strokes, moving out instead of forward. Out into the open, the calm beyond the thunderous break is more deafening.



New dawn with new fresh winds, a newborn old sun warming the beach and drying the sand where he once stood, all traces gone except for rags blowing free in a western wind. Once there, forever gone, always present.







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Let it go man, don’t fight the urge to be anymore, become all



Pulling with an intensity, down, afloat on filled lungs for a moment more



Look, beauty all above you, a surface filled with rays of green and blue, diamonds of life



‘Taste me’ she sings as you sink deeper, beyond the point



‘Be me’ she covers you with her promise, caress you till you are everything again










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