Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.
Where in the world would you go….if you could go anywhere in the world would you go?Oh, I don’t know really, she says. It’s just, oh, I don’t know really you know, so big.
And I’m so small and why would I go anyway?
Isn’t it nice here, like isn’t it, anyway?
I sure don’t want to like, rock the boat or anything.
Hey!
Isn’t THAT funny? Like rock the boat that you float on to sail away to anywhere in the world that you want to go. Or maybe just stay on that rocking boat. Ride that baby on the whimsical waves of unreality and dreams.
Where in the world would you go to if you could go anywhere in the world.
Oh, I don’t know, perhaps India she says. You know it seems so, well, exotic.
But things have changed so much from my navel gazing, Ashram going envy of others in saffron robes and sandals with Sanskrit names bestowed by a bearded guru in a Mercedes. Playing the harmonium around the bonfire, chanting, chanting, kidding ourselves we were in Poona where Sanyasans whirl and twirl like dervishes in dynamic bliss. Attempting to recreate the sacred whilst getting stoned and fucking our neighbours sweet thing and calling it freedom.
When in the world would you go to if you could go anytime you wanted.
Ah, now that’s a horse of an entirely different who.