Some words, thoughts.
What extent of silliness has removed us from ourselves, distorted our notions of standards, removed the hands from the clock and shattered our perception of time? Has this generation evolved so quickly it forgot to enjoy breakfast? Did it forget to wake with the birdsongs?
Yes. We possess a large toolbox. Congratulations. It's kind of heavy though. Why uncomfortably lug around what you aren't using effectively for good or growth? Why be weighed down with distractions and notions of culture that seesaw like the weights of the wallet and our stress levels. Ever try measuring knowledge and laughter, unburdening ourselves from desires.
When did this become mine and that yours? How did the development of faceless control emerge into our 'nine to five?' Force fed with synthetics, medicating with the same, nurturing conditions for for discomfort without a cure. I think. I don't know.
I'm on a rock that's working on feeding the future because these effects have rippled past a strong current. A current previously unpassable to those with opposable thumbs. All but the ones in sync with night sky lost their way.
Honestly, I am sharing this because of time, and the biophysical limits of resources on this earth (with potential for abundance if we nurture its natural growth), and the way our reality shifts when we engage the world with our senses, our hearts. Actions ripples, minds perceive. Our senses bridge this barrier of idea and creation. Art, a secret smile, an uphill ride. I see more when I close my eyes .
I smell the puakenikeni flower, taste a daikon radish, associate the past as a timelapse blooming fire. There are limits to what this life offers on an individual level. On the collective though, the connections and degrees of separation from a camping trip in Western Australia to eating pomegranate jalapeno jelly in the Mojave desert are a blink away, a foot on the map.. We always have the ability to bend time into the scales and proportions of our choosing.
When the nostalgia clicks in, like a germinated bean seed shedding its shell, the natural progression of skipping through the past occurs. The older I get the more grateful I am for the diversity of experience, the relationships and connections of people and places that have formed, and the reminders of mycorrhizae that connect us. As far as linear time goes, we are growing apart, yet I feel closer to past and future friends when I fall asleep at night. I try to smile, remember the image of the torquoise mountain in the lakes' snowy reflection, or the time we teared up from laughter as strangers became friends and night followed into day.
Look. There are so many places to look. We aren't changing. We aren't ending, we aren't beginning. We are here, becoming, cycling through as nature intends. Life will happen, and presumably it feels unexplainable, and we will react and respond as we will. Patience reveals it was meant to happen. If there is a goal you have, a yearning to be, what's preventing you? Your mind will play its tricks. Just breathe and enjoy and PURSUE cause on an individual level it doesn't last forever, but as a collective footprint, well, I'd like to think so. Just look, up, at all the stars. They all happened once.
Yes, the world is
real. And yes, there is ripe fruit
splattering
Thankfully, there is an ocean whose current
checks on the elders, like
the sky
for the children, and the wind for the
in-betweeners.
Yes, time isimaginary, and the spinning
is bringing us back
to the middle,
Has Spring crept up on us already?
I jump and I stretch and I reach
and try
to grip a cloud. I pull down
with the loadmy heavy heart
against the weightless cloud and
the scale reads:
empty and true.
Each cloud that passes across
the sky, uneven on the rocky terrain
that I lay on, floats by
beyond reach.
In this everpresent
everchanging landscape
life clings, like
feint songbirds on morning branches,
to a rock.
There is little I know,
and nothing I can confirm,
Yet I retain the belief:There's a bridge beyond the horizon.
Sending aloha vibes to the folk whose seasons are distinguished differently from the volume level of morning birds and the blooming of the jacaranda. Working hard here, living light, loving trips to Hana, remembering the good times, continuing to have them, Haleakala quarterly, Lanai biannual. Spain, Nepal, Alaska, Cambodia, Morroco, Redwoods, Iceland, Friends from the past, Friends of the future, I will see you all soon, one day at a time.
Enjoy Spring, or Autumn for those in the South!
maybe to you it sounds kinda funny
but i'm really not too attached to money
maybe cause i can take care of my self
in the wilderness, the country, where fruit values wealth
maybe i'm happy to let the silliness slip
into the comericals, the cities, where idol worships shifts
so what, he can hit a ball or act like a king
i can top that with funny faces, smiling at the laughter it brings
sometimes i'm able to rhyme but that doesn't matter
in the hiearchy of hte universe i'm just a rung on the ladder
wait and be patient when trouble surruonds you
the river will make its pass and the flood will unbound you
with hands that do magic when going deep in the earth
I found what I value, I care about its worth
Lets help those in need with what we are given
Lets engage and be grateful for this life that we're living
you may believe me now, when I say I don't care about the money
waste not, want not, breathe deep, taste the sweet honey
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