Travel Well

Posted by on Apr 28, 2010 in Bike, Moab | 2 Comments

white rim canyonlands

The unknown distance to the great beyond
Stares back at my grieving frame
To cast my shadow by the holy sun
My spirit moans with a sacred pain
And it’s quiet now
The universe is standing still.

~Goodnight, Travel Well. The Killers.


  1. bededobedado
    April 28, 2010

    This verse brought to mind this one:

    Black Stone on a White Stone

    I will die in Paris while it rains,
    on a day which I already remember.
    I will die in Paris—and I do not run away—
    perhaps in the Autumn, on a Thursday,
    as it is today.

    It will be a Thursday, because today,
    the Thursday that I write these lines,
    my bones feel the turn,
    and never so much as today, in all my road,
    have I seen myself alone.

    Cesar Vallejo

  2. KP
    April 29, 2010

    “Walking with the great and vast with no limits in my head”

    -Infinite Space, by Rusted Root

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