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Chaotic dream world.

Storms on the seas of my mind,

words crashed, faces sank.

I woke to your lapping breaths;

smoothing sands on anxious mind.

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©  Paul Nichol.   September 2014

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Posted: September 13, 2014 in Haiku, Poetry
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Civilisation.

Humanities achievement.

The nest where we live.

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© Paul Nichol.  September 2014

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Possessive lover.

Danger lurks in the long grass.

Boa Constrictor.

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© Paul Nichol.  September 2014

There, in the tiny clearing splashed with silver, was the sophisticated Kenge, clad in bark-cloth, adorned with leaves, with a flower stuck in his hair.  He was all alone, dancing around and singing softly to himself as he gazed up at the tree-tops.

Now Kenge was the biggest flirt for miles, so after watching a while I came into the clearing and asked, jokingly, why he was dancing alone.  He stopped, turned slowly around and looked at me as though I was the biggest fool he and ever seen, and he was plainly surprised by my stupidity.

‘But I’m not dancing alone,’ he said, ‘I am dancing with the forest, dancing with the moon.’  Then with the upmost unconcern he ignored me, and continued his dance of love and life.

 

This is an extract form a truly fantastic book I have just read.  ‘The Forest People’ by Colin. M. Turnbull.    It is the story of the author’s experiences of living with the nomadic BaMbuti; the Pygmies of the dense, inhospitable Ituri Forest of North East Congo in 1954.   I wanted to share this excerpt with you because for me in encapsulate the simplicity of true joy in life, we no longer recognise in our complex, lives.

I know this is an unusual post for me, but the impressing this book has left on me is too strong for me to keep it to myself.

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The gold-leaf has gone.

Infrequent visits to grave.

Your name is hollow.

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© Paul Nichol.   September 2014

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We travelled as Kings,

on the backs of the oppressed.

Thoughtless tourism.

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©  Paul Nichol.  September 2014

 

These comments were unacceptable to the people who travelled to North Korea, maybe I spoiled their self-delusion.

1st Comment

Shallow.  ME, Me, Me.  Authentic Really!  Obviously you do not read many articles about human rights abuses or care too much about the many thousands of people starving in North Korea, but I’m glad that you had plenty to eat in your restaurant.

This is not travelling, this is selfish, vain and you seem blind to the inhumane treatment of our fellow world citizens, your post does little it seem, other  than prompt yourselves.       A wasted opportunity, very sad…

 

2nd Comment

Obviously my earlier comment was unacceptable to you; censorship of the truth is never a healthy option as you might have noticed on this fairy-tale trip into North Korea.   Traveling and life is about engaging with people on an honest level not a dishonest one with ourselves.    I think you should have accepted my comment and let your readers make up their own mind as to the truth of your experience.

 

 

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Posted: September 7, 2014 in My Journey

Paul Nichol:

There is nothing I can add to this that it has not already expressed.

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