The Song Remains the Same

by Mark Ulyseas

In Gethsemane: Transcripts of a Journey

The Sirens are subdued these days. Some say they are declining to herald decadence and seduce one with the luscious fruits of indulgence because the hordes of marauding tourists have scrambled their sensibilities. The mindless surge in search of the exotic, any which way, has deadened the nerve ends of proliferating fantasies.

From the Island of the Gods to God’s Own Country many an intrepid traveler has been bludgeoned by the buy one get one free- syndrome. Cheap, cheaper, cheapest jostling for elbow room amidst vibrant cultures that are apparently on sale, penises exquisitely carved in wood doubling up as bottle openers, sarongs that tickle nocturnal notions and cuisine that satiates the urge… a never ending story that meanders across Bali to other countries and often mirrored in the faces of single women that traverse village earth for coherency and love.

According to Julia, a migratory bird of paradise, wherever one rests a weary head the song remains the same; The tentativeness of new worlds that incite, lure and ensnare inquiring minds and weave a magical web around perceptions, feelings and uncertainties of friendship.

The hop, skip and jump through relationships continues to fuel unrequited love in the arena of mannequin ish posturing.

There was a time when many among us have laid back and frolicked in midday dreams and rhythms of the night. But as time dragged its feet across the years the meaning of life has morphed into must have this, must have that. The curiosity aroused by watching the birds and the bees is now oddly replaced by moving images on a hand held screen, a disconnected reality.

We have become savages captivated by colored beads and the pomp and gaiety of a world that is fast, furious and frivolous.

Could it be that this island has become the fulcrum of this world, a maximum city where everything is for sale and nothing is sacred?

And that many among us have become comfortably numb?

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om

©Mark Ulyseas
July 24, 2011

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