AS I CROSSED the BRIDGE of DREAMS, 2011
Cockatoo Island, Sydney
Everyone undertakes their own journey already chosen and mapped.
Even the undetermined free will, is in its later life, another perfection of the beautiful, of logic and inevitability.
Do you believe me? or listen to other voices?
But on – the wanderer crosses the bridge like the sun-lit rider succumbing to its aura, ts scent of pleasure, melancholy and anxiety.
Whilst you, floating, hovering in airless stillness infinitely above the ranging torrent in the chasm below, gazing without feeling.
And who was that white foam-washed subject of your intent with soulless echoes swept away?
Gifts uniquely fashioned and spared to thee And to thee alone.
Photos by Paul Green & Marco Bok
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