snowand surf

[creativesoul]

i listen to the sounds outside on the roof
and i hear the fluff
from downtown
where the sirens and ambulances roar through the night
the train coming down the tracks in the distance
the world is moving stuff from one place to another

back home on the farm, i can hear the angels wings flapping outside my treehouse window
and the child in me is watching for santa claus
and i have given far too many teeth up to the good fairy
I want to know that the face of God is not trapped in the prison of religion
that spirituality is still a freedom for all
that a lost soul is simply one that has died and does not know they are dead
but i am very much alive, listening carefully to the sounds of snowflakes hitting the pavement and melting
the most powerful force, one that all religions recognise is prayer
why not pray for world peace
one more time
and since you are there
pray that all the people everywhere find happiness, love and sincerity in their efforts to surrvive
if you do not want to pray
well perhaps you could sing a little song from your heart
to heal the sick, grant wishes for the sad and lonely
help the elderly get through this cold winter night in comfort
or maybe you could ignore me as one more whacko on earth
all the sappy advice
kiss a kitten, or tell someone you care about them
be the change you want to see happen

i am not so good at any of this
today i just want to hide in my house
sometimes i feel like a preacher, a fraud, a liar
because i just want to sleep
i want to listen to my dreamtime
one more day of serious hard work
and i am jumping a plane to kauai for my 48th birthday
i want to swim see
and the water has to be warm
my home is the island
i lived there for 12 years
i guess sometimes , no matter where you go, some places always stay with you
i miss the morning splash into the ocean
the crazy fish so colorful and fast darting around reefs
after a few days
i wish for the nest, the rest is so female, so fanatastic and old
and the sand mashing down between my toes
walking endless beaches
hiking kalalau
the breathe of my life is all that i need
every muscle worked
maybe surf a wave or two





my home is the farm
my home is the city
my home is where i am

[iblieve]

Most of us do what we can but in society it is very little because the design is flawed. Those that have the power to exact large changes won't because it might hurt their profits and shake the balance of power. The island sounds nice, the city sounds hectic and home is where the heart is. "C"