I've seen the most beautiful faces
and oh, did I fall in love
I've traveled far in automobiles
even farther on bicycle wheels
and I have smiled and laughed from the fissures of mountains
high, above it all
I got educated and held signs in the streets
but all along the wisdom was right here at my feet
Sun is shinning on me
I think I'll go see the garden
on my hands and knees
And on to the next, my Hawai'i is soon to be a memory. I sit scheming for my departure, a quick hop back to the contenent of North America.
The space I occupy in this world has continued to decrease. In addition to my person, I will be accompanied by a backpack and a guitar. No more shipments; boxes for things I can live without. Things.
I find comfort in company, security in solitude. The world in between is my destination. The first 35 years of my life have shown me the field of possibilities, my questioning mind is beginning to find satiation. It is the rock that brings ease. Though it has been two years since I have climbed, the lesson unfolds still. The world has been reviled, it is peace of mind that finds it as such- the mystery is in the name, the nameless is the transcendence.
I Return with confidence. In a conversation I recently had with "mainlanders" visiting this island in retreat, I was told I never say "I" in my line of commentary. A few weeks before I was asked "what is your point". My sadness has evolved. My strenght grows from within; it is not a product of "perscribed self-affirmation" or unbridled imagination. It is on behalf of those who cannot make it that I lament; that I must continue on with a lifestyle of biocentricity and expression of the cyclical nature of our physical world.
My mantra was taught to me by the wind and water in the mountains, desert and in the jungle through discipline and flow. Yoga is the word many equate to this, but the Westernized "Yoga" is not what I speak of. A thrid of the whole, the physical expression of yoga is a misunderstanding for it is the action of living that is the point. Let your Yoga transend the mat and infuse it with it all: energy in equals energy out; yoga. Now wash the dishes and find the ultimate in contentment. Sweep the floor and be a star in the sun. Shine as if it was everything.
Beyond belief is the sum of it all; energy. As a function, lies can only be belived. Therefore it is to you and leave belief, for the sun is simply a star, and I and simply in love with it all.
ALOHA, hasta, hola; not good-bye or hello but love where ever you go; where you are. ALOHA
