There is great freedom in detachment. When I chose to allow something to bind me to it I become it's prisoner. I have often marveled at the lives of Nomads. Everything they own travels with them. There are no imaginary lines drawn on a map that describes the dimensions of their property. They own everything by owning nothing. They live within this remarkable paradox. They are like the birds of the sky or the fish in the sea. Wherever they go they are at home. Deeds and documents are nothing more than scraps of useless paper upon which lie the erroneous description of perceived ownership. Eventually I will become a Nomad as will everyone else. It is upon my death that I will leave behind everything I own and travel as a wanderer. It has been said to me that a "shroud has no pockets" and truer words were never spoken. Yet, since the very beginnings of humankind we humans have placed in the graves of the departed many trinkets, baubles and riches in the false hope that when the deceased awakens on the "other side" they will have their booty with them. It is the greatest of ironies. It is a nice and reverent gesture to place with the departed relics of their former self but it is just a gesture, nothing more nothing less. So,I hope that I remember to use wisely that which I have. And I pray that my God will "save me from my wants and allow me to have my needs". This has become my prayer, the prayer of the Nomad. visionary imagist "Joey"