When We Travel


“G_D moves in a mysterious way, and rides upon the storm.” – Jeremy Riddle

“People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” – Albert Einstein

“Who were you talking with out there in the dark with it storming like this?” My dad ask me as I enter the downstairs door. He is standing there in his red stripped pajamas trying to look grim. “Just talking to myself”, I say back to dad, lowering my eyes, although the truth shines in them. Dad just shakes his head, and then looks back at me with a slight glint in his eye as if he has thought of a wonderful magic trick. “Don’t make a habit of it”, he says, it might be the only person who will listen to you the rest of your life”.

An inch between you and me in blood and essence, by G_D set free. For you are young without line nor gray, not sure in shimmer of what to say. To stand or kneel, to watch or pray in metaphysics the numbers they play. The Dog Star climbs in lovely breeze, it passes Shiprock in this desert sea. Be still thy mouth oh child that is me at twelve to thirteen the sights you will see. In faire of something of times to come, in many years to know this sum. This night the storm that rides thy way, it carries adventure in G_Ds worst way. In such I travel, I travel far, a future present by translucent stars. Time has been mine now to pass through them, those thorny angels that raise their din.

For stand you here, and stand me too. No air or seals between you and me. This night of nights, will pass us through. This night of night will pass us through.

There stands a target, a myth ahead, perhaps its true some ghosts have said. That do you good on what is right, and some time when, from here right now to way back then. I do it now I know not how, my person sent, that spark of passion will ride the wind. To see it happen to come around, there might be sometimes it might abound. For I have seen it through all these years what was born this moment, is someday clear. For as you kneel child, me to you, the sum of thunder runs us through. In your life certain, not straight ahead, you will live it full from what now you are fed.

For stand you here, and stand me too. No air or seals between you and me. This night of nights, will pass us through. This night of night will pass us through.

Two still shadows one young, one old. The kid looks nervous, the man too bold. Antares glowing with red guiding light, the future starts this night. The peaks in the distance lead to off somewhere, a journey so bold that I would, I could share. To take this inner child who wants to dare, and fly into the sky. The storm it cometh upon us soon, righting our way until we are left with no room. The unknown behind us, with the mystery still to bloom. How the thunder booms, and how the thunder booms.

For stand you here, and stand me too. No air or seals between you and me. This night of nights, will pass us through. This night of night will pass us through.

An inch between you and me in blood and essence, by G_D set free. – 09.23.2019 – דָּנִיֵּאל

75 thoughts on “When We Travel

  1. Dearest Daniel,
    This piece came close to leaving me breathless with its beauty and wisdom and curiosity of the mystery involved in each word. I do hope you elaborate in the future more, a part II perhaps. It was simply amazing.

    Ruby

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  2. My brother, the great plans for your life that have been revealed to you, I marvel at. I take them and identify with them. Our GD does move in mysterious ways. Praise him. This was a n amazing post and I thank you for it. Shalom, Den

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  3. Daniel, this is one of your best. You make so many connections dot to dot spiritually in your life. Your words are magical, and always leave me wanting to read more. You travel through time with the help of something greater than yourself. God does move in mysterious ways and travels on the storm. 🙂

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    • Thank you Gigi. Sometimes the dot to dot connections are made for me by my wonderful readers such as yourself. I am so happy you liked this piece, and I agree my friend G_D does move in mysterious ways and we do travel in a storm. Thanks again for commenting.

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  4. Your words have great energy here Daniel. My guess is they have traveled through time, and they have greater places to go than where they have been. 😉 This was amazing.

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    • Hi Teagan, Thank you for your wonderful comment. Grandmothers and their wisdom are gifts. I was fortunate enough to have two both paternal and maternal that filled me so much of their wonderful spirits. I was raised near Shiprock, and it is indeed a magical place.

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