Dunes & Time

There is a place between two lines. Two white lines that keep us in line.
Adventure stays always to the right, and always to the left; and we are trapped in the middle between these painted cages.

Have you ever felt that staying inside the lines wasn't enough? What fear keeps us bound the blackness of the road? Is it the smoothness? The comfort? The Safety and predictibility? I watch a thousand people pass me, and they only know the world by what their eyes have told them. The truth of life passes us by at a blazing 75 miles per hour.
What does it feel like to get out of the lines, to get into a river, into a desert, over a fence, onto a rock, covered with the sweat and smell of existence.. of feeling.




Afraid of it all. Afraid to feel, to get dirty or to get tired. We struggle simply with the thought of not being entirely protected and secure.

There is life beyond the white lines. Life that is full of stories, of excitement, of thoughts and smiles and brusies and pain. But it is real, and it is absolutely extrordinary.

(Andrew Tipton)

The Pursuit of Life

There is a burning desire that has been unleashed over the last few weeks. The desire to see the world, the desire to express my inner self, the desire to stand and face the world and have a solid look in my eyes. This lifestyle embraces the open minded, draws the curious and entices those that are hollow from the shallowness of living for the lifeless. I have climbed to see angels, swum in the deepest of lakes, explored the dangerous edges of cliffs, seached for enlightenment, found peace, and I am smiling.

What do we all search for? Is it wealth? Health? Freedom? Stories? I think what we are all looking for is absolute pure beauty of happiness. It is what moves us to make all decisions, to act to destroy, to move, to move to move to move to move to move to move. I am happy here, between rocks, hard places, trees, thoughts, and the unknown.


(Andrew Tipton)

brothers are good

Being a twin is one of my most favorite things. When I get together with my bro, we always explode. There is twice the energy, twice the thought, twice the excitement. Having an Aries twin brother is the greatest! We can go anywhere, do anything.. there is an absolute limitless amount of energy that flows around us and between us. Ride waves, chase dolphins, climb mountains, the world is open for play.
A twin is your missing half, the part of you that is only unlocked when you are together. I love my brother!


(Andrew Tipton)

The Day Before Motion

There is always a rumble in my stomach a few days before I do something crazy. I can feel that rumble now - a day away from absolute nomadic adventure. I love this feeling.
It is the feeling of ambition, of uncertainty, of anticipation, of hunger, of thirst, of delight, of necessity - it is the feeling of being consumed by motion. There is an addiction. I think it is an addiction because I am constantly thinking about it, lusting after it... it compels me.
I can already taste the sweat of travel. I can already hear the sounds of waterfalls and the sounds of trees and the sounds of sleeping under the stars - every movement has a sound.
Right before I leave, it feels like the top of a very high slide, and as I near the edge I feel nothing but the flow, and then the world falls out from under me and all I can do is try and breathe. why? I have doubted myself as to why I need to go. What reason? How unsafe. The lack of comfort, the cost. Then I see myself in a mirror, I hear the tick of a clock, and I remember how quick this all ends. My bags are packed.

We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand - and melting like a snowflake. Marie B. Ray


(Andrew Tipton)

The Wait Is Over

I like to think about ideas - to toss them back and forth in my creative little mind, until I think I own them. I like to talk about notions, about the way of life, the days, the movement - just for the sake of hearing what I know, from myself. As I am writing and thinking, and talking now.
There is a moment though, when I have to do what it is I say I want to do. There is a moment when everything that I believe and everything that I say I stand for is held up to the burning light - either I decide to back up what I have said, or I fall with my empty words; words without power, and with no substance.
Procrastination. A luxurious consolation - and the empowering excuse to never stand up and live for what you believe. Idly we sit and watch youth and motion drift away.. second after fleeting second... and our justification? Tomorrow.
There are those who use "TIME" as their shield. When we say, "I'm not ready yet." or "Just a few more years of ______ .", we are running our lives on empty words. WHEN!?? when are you ready? WHEN is it time? The illusion of an existence past NOW keeps us bound to priorities that are pointless, useless.. deadly to motion, and adventure. We feel safety, when all we do is talk about being radical. We are comfortably contained and defined, when all we do is think about living outside the box. There is no challenge, no fear, and no feeling in a life that is not conciously aware of the NOW. A life that rides on delicate words is not a life I want to own.


You will never be any younger than you are right now.
Life is totaly undeserved - and that makes it incredibly priceless.
the wait is over
we were born to live.


Andrew Tipton

TO THE FLAME

Candles were lit, moonlight streaming through the tree tops.
I was watching them flicker, watching the glow, the flames swaying. As I sipped my noir, there was the flutter of tiny wings through the night.
A moth.
There was no slow approach, no hesitation, no anxiety or dissuasion - the moth simply flew up to the flame, and then right into it.
Burned and lifeless, its body fell from the flickering glow, and landed on the ground. For a moment I envied that moth.

To have the absolute resolution - to know what it is you want, what it is you must be close to... and then go into it!
The moth only knew one thing, what he was drawn to. The silent wave of the candle's flame, was all the seduction this tiny creature needed - and it pursued that light until the end.
We are easily swayed. Changing our minds, following half-heartedly, not even attempting to pursue that which drives us from the depths of our souls. How good to live like the moth. How incredible a life that is entirely sold out to the relentless pursuit of the light. I would almost follow that moth - because it found something worth living and dying for - not just an idea, but something real that it wasn't afraid to touch, or be consumed by. We crave that. I crave that. That ability to live solid - and die solid too.
Here's to the pursuit of the flame.


Andrew Tipton

the rain came

There was silence for a moment,

moonlight bathing me in soft atonement,

the sins of my day only shadows,

hidden by the blackness of the night.



I listen to the waves roar,

I listen to the ocean,

It sings songs about the truth that I adore,

songs about the love of motion.



Clouds twist in graceful fury,

above my head as I bury

my fingers further down into the sand,

deeply down into the sand.



There is a cool breeze blowing across my face,

I tilt my head back and my tounge tastes

the saltwater and wine that stain my cracked lips.



"Beauty..", I smile and say, "..is hidden in the perfect places."

and then the rain came.





Slow at first, I could count the drops

Then thick and strong, and the calmness stopped.

The rush of a thousand heavy wings.

The chorus, before an angel sings.



Lightning chased every star away,

The thunder made the palm leaves sway,

and in the sand is where I lay,

watching clouds collide.



What action does a mere man take?

pinned against the beach, in heaven's wake.

Only here do I find the true weakness of my strength.

The mercy bound to each moment,

The second hand,

how undeserving of it.

In the face of glory there is no time,

only motion

only life

only the devine.



the rain came - I found peace between the drops.


Andrew Tipton