Similarly as Thoreau went to the woods, I went to the mountains as I sought to front the essential necessities of life. To evade technology, to escape distraction, and see if I would be inspired by Nature’s raw beauty. Indeed I was. While on the road to Theth, the brightest star burning in the universe shone through blinding mist- a metaphor for my dear friend Moji. Beneath a broody, grey sky my thoughts were inextricably bound to him and I wrote, ‘The Oldest Soul I Know’ . It was here I felt the reality of soon returning home to Australia, of parting from those special friends who had become family in Berlin.
R E LA T E D P O E M: The Oldest Soul I Know