My Gypsy Soul

Let me start off with a disclaimer. I claim no spiritual supremacy or enlightenment and this is not an attempt to take you alongside me on a spiritual journey. If anything, I hope you feel compelled to ponder with purpose on the very essence of your being.

I, for one, strongly believe that every soul has an innate type. Some people have the soul of a warrior, some of a nurturer, others of a strategist and so on. These innate qualities will reflect and shine through in the things you do. When people say they have found their calling in serving other people, that speaks to the soul of a nurturer or when others say they have found their calling in preaching or spreading knowledge and the word of God, that speaks to the soul of a Devotee.

I have often wondered about the queer and abstract realities that sum up my being. An innate restlessness and the need to keep exploring new horizons. A desire to walk off the beaten path and live like a free spirit. An inexplicable need to be with no one and everyone at the same time. A non-conformism heightened by a fascination towards all things mystical and quaint - be it places, artifacts, books or art. Covertly spiritual without being overtly religious. A stark sense of independence with a healthy disregard for people's opinion. A heart that craves freedom and a wanderlust that refuses to die. Great admiration for whimsical forms of self expression and love for earthy tones.

If it weren't for social norms, relationships and responsibilities, I may have lived a life wandering thru places, living in the now, gathering stories to tell and leaving foot prints in people's hearts. A dear friend once quoted some wise man and told me "You have a the heart of a hippie and the soul of a gypsy". Come to think of it, he couldn't have been more right. 

"Don't clip my wings, don't tie me down,
Just let me breathe or I will drown
Don't stop me now, don't own me yet,
Let me walk alone into the sunset

I have places to go and miracles to see,
You are welcome to follow me
The sights, the sounds, the sonnets and the art
They'll all be tattooed on my heart

When all is said and done and I look back,
Life will be but a collection of memories
And a beautiful walk down a beaten track"

So long y'all.....