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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dear Home: Please forgive my departure, silent and without warning, like the simmering warmth of mountain springs that bubble, unexpected, in the pale tropic light of morning. I am now straddling the equator, my toes naked against the earth, tasting the sweetness of Indonesian soil, volcanic, fertile, undisturbed, and to my soul delivering rebirth. The air before dawn tastes of sweet-vanilla and dry nuts, at noon of ripe fruit with caramelized sugar, and at dusk an exotic thickness of fresh leaves, moonlit seas, and a richness of rare orchids all kiss in a soothing breeze. By day I explore sculpted canyons and wet rice fields, secret Hindu temples, the Mahayana Buddhist Borobudur, deserted for centuries; I discover a myriad of mysteries the Island Mountains conceal. At night Gamelan music is a spice that saturates the mind and your body exalts the rhythm of double- headed lace drums, beating, beating, beating, beating dramatic time. Gongs and bamboo flutes resonate, echo in the heart, the passion of a culture preserving colour, tradition, sung poetry, and ancestral art. My diet has been that of rice, fish, and lots of fresh fruit: berries, sprouts, sharp tasting roots, similar to that of the Sun Sumatran Bear, stout, with sleek black fur, resting in the trees eating the young tips of palm which he peels with care. The sun is a golden disk that sits atop the Java mountains, painting light brown skin, pearls of perspiration, with dirt and pollen burning in and out of yellow rays, bringing dry heat to the excitement in the streets, where people infuse Life into Life in extraordinary ways. Finally in sleep, memories, spirits, emotion are lifted to the moon, cleansing the temple of my soul with a delicate touch of porcelain white, beams like a melody transforming the night, a surreal dream tangible to my skin, Indonesia swirls around me – my desire strong to feel the strength of its pulse from within.
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