Day 306 - Battle in Budapest

Trip Start Nov 07, 2010
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Trip End Jan 01, 2012


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Thursday, September 8, 2011

I'm smitten. This city has wrapped me in its fold, embraced me in the warm smiles of its inhabitants and the cold grey concrete streets that crisscross the gentle curves of the Danube.  There’s a sweet essence of sophistication and solitude that greets you around every empty corner, every dome roofed cathedral and neo-gothic spire.  Lost amidst the sparse green parks and open expansive plazas that give character and soul to the hollow spaces in between.  It’s been a lifetime since I felt this sense of affection, immediate attraction and unquestioning enrapture.  Her song whispers in faint breaths of crisp autumn air sweeping stale golden leaves into the breeze.  The pale sky breaks and slips open a luminous blue gaze down upon the earth.  Warmth radiates for a moments gasp and basks the lifeless grounds in shades of golden rays.  The scent of fall drips from the skeletal trees and hints of dew drops clinging to cracks in the pavement and outstretched limbs - grasping in one last desperate struggle with nature and fate - battling against the elements of change and dissolution.  Mother nature can’t be swayed though, and this portrait of a city in flux is a masterpiece of creation and destruction in the face of the inevitable.  Death and rebirth in the sway of the seasons.  Shedding one skin to shift into another.  Alive with the fire of evolution and impermanence.  The city cries out in the throes of passionate embrace, dancing the eternal dance of earth and sky.  Yielding body and soul to the promise of tomorrow.  Heart pounding in my chest, eyes awake to the world around me, every inch of my skin tingling with the awareness of being - enamored with life and love.  Fire burning within, as the Earth shifts beneath me.  Both of us dying and living at the same time - rising from the ashes of, "what was," to become, “what will be.”  Constantly changing, constantly growing.  This place makes me feel alive, and the people of the city smell the primal scream raging inside.  They call out in return - strange foreign tones and howls of lone wolves under the blank night sky, a luminous pale white moon that never dies.  We tear through the dank night streets, pools of light dripping from hollows above.  Noise and sight are all a blur, but the feeling inside still burns.  It pushes us forward in blind chaos and mirth.  Knowing not where we are or where we’re going, but crashing headlong towards the unknown with a sense of purpose.  Something buried deep inside is woken on those sleepless nights.  An instinct long forgotten but never far in case of flight.  This sense of knowing without thought, seeing without sight, feeling in your bones without pause what is wrong and what is right.  I relinquish myself to all that it is and let the world spin around me.  Letting go of my grasp on life and seeing where the current leads.  It rushes and rages, froths and crashes, buries and buoys my head in the waters.  Sometimes I’m drowning and sometimes I’m flying, but always I’m living - living not dying.  Each day is anew and each night brings the same, and in its sweet turmoil I can feel the change welling up inside of me and overreaching its bounds.  Pushing and testing and shifting the ground that I walk on and the paths that I’ve led.  Never knowing the future but relishing the test.  All is as it will be, this is just a glimmer in time.  A specter of meaning in the grand scheme of something beyond our human minds.  This journey has shown me the beauties and horrors of life, from hunger and poverty to peace and kindness for those deeper in plight.  The will to survive, to love and live free, burns in all of us no matter what race, religion or creed.  So I return to the present yet known, seeing again with my own eyes what is shown.  Learning and growing each day beyond who I became.  Knowing deep in my heart - nothing will ever be the same.
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Wow! Hey Everett, you are a professional writer! This is the most poetical travel blog entry I've ever read! Keeeep on writing! ;) (and I promise I'll read all your blog!)

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