Nothing but light again.

I danced in a way I can't remember, I felt slightly restricted, too many people, too much aggression, too many people asking me for drugs, there was some sexy girls I danced with but, only one or two I dug.

One girl sat on my lap and asked me if I had pills,
our faces brushed and there was quite alot of heat between us,
she asked me where I was from -
I replied and she asked me to guess where she was from,
I said England,
she was offended,
she was from Sweden,
she got off my leg and complained to somebody else about me getting it wrong.

I imagined I was a dragon with wings or maybe I was,
I became my tiger while standing,
I crawled around the floor in between peoples legs -
people pulled at my boxer shorts.

I sat against a wall and saw my money in a pool of muck.

I forgot about the money and the wall became another world.

Another level of its reality was revealed to me.

I saw shapes falling -a girl with feathery earrings came up to me and asked if I was OK.
I slightly shakily said I was fine and she said, "You're just in your own world aren't you?" And I said that I was.

She said that if I needed her she'd be just "over there."

I turned to look at her at some point but she was gone - or I couldn't find her.

My hands seemed to swell, my fingers were thicker and harder and older.

I felt like I was channelling others, I saw ancient places, paintings, worlds, glyphs, faces in the brick wall I was facing.

I looked at myself and felt in my way the way of a samurai, I sat inbetween worlds and felt like I had great strength, skill and wisdom at my disposal - I knew others recognised this also.

I felt the jealousy of weaker men attack me in waves and I repelled it by admitting nothing.

I told them through my subtle actions that I was not interested in muscling in on territory
or fighting with them -
I would move peacefully through this space.

A fight broke out nearby me,
a big guy bundled up by security guards, then shortly afterwards a troop of young foot soldiers, warriors really, follow through to affirm the strength in numbers of a particular crew.

I sit alone and will this fight to an end.

I wanted to escape the mess of this jungly cave and be beneath the stars.

I escaped after being told I had to get a stamp to leave while
forgetting my blue regatta jacket I entered the fray beneath the stars -
a new journey began.

I wandered mosttimes in circles, I stretched and felt my strength,
happy to have my space again.

I felt Samurai once more, a lonely warrior floating around the streets.

I walked like a panther, poised and controlled in my movement,
I was basking in my world, proud, but cautious and alert.

Every corner, every moment, every alley, every action could elicit a battle
yet I did not seek it,
I did everything in my power to avoid it -
and I did.

I met eyes with many different faces as I walked the streets, some seeking, some warm, some challenging, some confused, some desirous, some respectful, some angry but -
all human.

I admired the trees and found in them the curves of ancient goddesses.

I worshipped them and soothed their spirits as they did mine at the fact we were surrounded by concrete monstrosities.

I stalked two policeman after I said, "Gday mate" to one of them when they were ripping down a protest sign abot CCTV cameras and state control.

They walked stiff and taut like girded steel while I glided and ambled and laughed with a freedom and ease that they will most likely never know.

The way of a warriors movement is smoother than the foot soldiers'.

They felt and heard and saw this and so knew they had no grounds for approach.

I saw patterns on the pavement, the song lines of the land shining through - ancient celtic knots combined with more arcane elements I can't explain other than I felt their power and saw them floating on a film of scummy water and cigarette butts.

I felt the spirit of Gandhi within me and the spirit of other ancient peaceful warriors guiding me and showing themselves within me.

I felt the Great Spirit of Love and saw it shine down from my right shoulder to embrace me while I sent text messages standing outside the abandoned central criminal court.

I felt the courage of great kings inform my step as I walked the knots of light in the land.

I reached a point where there was a torment,
a turmoil,
a past misdeed that I could only feel in that moment.

The trees were sad and surrounded by construction materials.

Two young malignants walked nearby and I sensed their dodgy intent.

I slowly circled with my head bowed and dared them to approach me with a relaxed and measured movement.

They quickly thought the better of an approach.

I wept without tears for the trees and the past and walked on.

I became a GIANT and I stepped angrily through Holborn Circle, walking past vast soulless churchyards and windows filled with related brainwashing materials.

I pissed in various locations,
always carefully chosen and justified.

I heartfelt my piss sink beneath my feet,
down the cracks and back into the bowels of the hearth
but I felt it a shame there was little bare earth to piss on instead.

I needed to shit for most of the journey but refused.

To shit in the street or public toilets
was not an option for me.

I breathed in a particular way to prevent me from shitting myself.

After getting to know the knot I straightened out and got back on track to Camden Town.

I walked with a renewed sense of understanding, purpose and calm.

Nothing or nobody could distract me from my centre, my light, my duty - my freedom.

I turned at Mornington Crescent and looked up at the sky with the sun just below the horizon encouraging a deep light blue where the stars and the clouds and the moon were resonating and gleaming for me in a new way,
moving me with their current
instead of staring back at me motionless like they usually seem to do.

I reached my destination and entered the bathroom slightly hunched and all of a sudden
feeling larger, older, wiser and perhaps bearded.

The bathroom seemed alive, cobwebbed, mossy, moist - trees beside a stream.

I sat on the toilet and peed and saw the water run down the outside of the bowl even though it wasn't -
it seeped into the fibres of the tiles with the dirt and soil in an underworld I had no notion of ever being present in such things.

I stood as the light shone through the bathroom window and looked at my hands which radiated multicoloured deep-sea-fish phosphorescence -
making beautiful trails that connected with the light emananting from everything else.

My hope of lights reign had come true and I realised myself as a form of energy,
a form of emptiness,
an organism bound to everything.

I felt like an old Balinese fisherman,
I felt like I was 70 years old and then in the next moment -
nothing but light again.