Journeys If you meet Buddha in the road, kill him.

I long time journey has come to the end. I have said all my good byes, and until next times, and good lucks. There have been an entire summer of goodbyes. I have tied every bow, wrapped up every loose end. There is not one thing left undone. And here I am. Who are we when we leave our titles, our positions, our identifications? Who am I now.? When someone asks what I do...what do I say? I am leaving for another adventure tomorrow...but this trip to Central America will likely not be the true journey this time around. I am going on a more interior journey. As a budhist I know in my head that we are not the trappings of our titles, our jobs, our positions, even our created selves or our thoughts. But in my heart I have embraced all of these things...with a passion. Now, I need to peel off those layers and come back to a core...under which there is a nothingness...or so I am told by masters. That seemed so much easier at 20 when I was dedicatedly studying Buddhism. What do I do now at 40? Is the world still huge, unexplored and ripe for the taking? Or has experience made the world smaller, a little tarnished...a little worse for the wear? I am ready to find out. And with lack for a better way to explore my own interior, I set sail (or wings) tomorrow for Honduras and Nicaragua.