Down in Austrlalia, there’s cyber character who can see the wind from all around. He can tell the highs from the lows and to predict their movement thru oceans and clouds he knows. Along and across parallels he guides us through them all. He points us in the right direction and in him we trust.
SW of Tenerife, some say 100 miles of its southern tip, lays Buckley’s Waypoint. A mythical place of constant winds and higher speeds. A part of the world where boats stop swaying and rocking and they push thru the water in the search of warmer latitudes. Waters of abundant fishing where mermaids swim by blinking their eyes and octopuses come afloat and invite you play in their gardens, in the coral that lies beneath the waves...
We’re all heading to Buckley’s Waypoint, the route is long and is not clear how to get there, and something tells us that no matter how hard we try, it will always move somewhere further and brighter. We can only head our bows towards this utopia of a place, we can trim our sails and ask the older and the wiser if they have found it and how we can reach it. But something tells us, it will always keep moving... and so should we!
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