Sitting on taxi, I say to driver, take me to the temple. Driver seems kind of scared. After all, its dark outside. Jump off the car, a little track right beside it, two other men also walk toward it. We start talking. A good feeling comes up. As long as I’m alone, this dark track with streaming river sound makes me feel settle. As long as getting closer, music and people talking noise coming along, some people walk down the aisle, everyone smilingly say hi. I smile. Conversations keep coming up with all different type of people. Purely open mind. Carry a red wine with me, I barely drink anything else, the music right on point, makes me nonstop dance through the night. Still, my legs ask me to rest, so I sit down in a djembe mixing rapping circle. I begin to rap. This is the first time and also the end of my night. I leave the party pretty early, nevertheless, imagine these wonderful people I encounter here, would deeply influence my life.
Wonder night in Organik, you guys walk toward me on the beach, with all the shining toys on hands, I feel like escaping into a gig, only in our mind, trip world who share the same frequency. One of you sit down beside me during a cigarette break on the beach, you say, ‘you are different.’ I dive into the beauty of mother earth so deep, so I smile and simply pass the smoke to your hand. My head says, ‘everyone is different, you are different. And it’s once in a blue moon to share a moment like this with you all.’ I couldn’t ask for more.
Back in the city, almost one year after, I accidentally do the organic Jungle Party with most of the core people out of this big family. Walk through Taipei city, trip in the park and share most intimate thoughts. At some point, some of your faces melt in my head. In the park, I sit down to enter different world, Everyone of you seems like a giant to me. We sing along for a while. That’s my last night in Taipei before going to airport. On the way home, I start to see things clear, I meant to meet you. Maybe we are like wolves, when one wanna be part of group, will find a clan and feel belonged. But most of the time, we are alone. Long after we awake from awareness, we finally realize, maybe there’s no you and me, its space, unlimited.
The reason I start to write these stories, is for exchange n share with T, and the title of this blog, is when I mention my new name with M, he randomly reply to me. All these stories are from here to start.