andy's blue

aloft
thrown up like a hand full of change
coming down like a feather

adrift on a thought in the wind
the sun shines and the wind never stops
I found you once in the breeze
I followed you before I knew your name

I heard a song on the sidewalk
I let it go
now I sing it to the wind:
will I find you again

Return; continuing

I've traveled to many places

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

Revival (revised)

The Blossoming of Wisdom

At times it can be difficult to see the promise of the heart, the root of the soul of a people. Today, as opposed to the day of Nov. 6 2006, the day the seed of Gandhi Flower was sown in me, the world as expressed by earthlings is more naked; we see clearer than ever the depth to which the insidious grasps of the greedy holds firm to the progression of the people. We see today, as well, the vibrance of wisdom, the resilience of the land and a collection of those who have stood up in obscurity and stand still for community. The only hero there will ever be, still, is in you.

No civilization is forever. Ours is clearly showing its age. We can make a choice: Hold on and sink, or let go and go from "civilized" to biocentric and grow again from the roots. Civilizations fall but people carry on. May you reach past material and grasp something real; something that grows in your hands! Something that shows you today, this culmination of unyielding irresponsible consumption, gross commercialism, commercial war, holistic pollution and the persistence of love be proof that anything is possible; that this day of unreasonable war will pass if we choose to move on in our lifestyle. Practice life, not the many abstractions.

Quit your job, sell your car and grow a garden in your backyard and anywhere you can sew a seed. Any things is possible. There is no great spirit "watching", no miracles, only those who are willing and of one mind who make the wonder happen. Time shows us, those distracted and stricken with belief have always underestimated the power of commitment; the boldness of people, they have even gone as far to persecute those with imagination; the fertile ground of what is. Simply observe the sun as it shines. See the light reflected and feel the warmth of color- its all energy; its all we are.

If there was a purpose, or meaning of life, it would be secondary to the nature. If there is an over arching condition that facilitates our departure from truth it is our ever increasing distance, in a holistic sense, from the natural world. Wherever you live, go outside and find it. Where you live, protect it and begin to nurture it. A dandelion growing in the cracks of the sidewalk; that weed is nutritious food with medicinal uses. Our living is sustained by the roots that grow in the soil. even below the concrete and asphalt nature waits. Exploit the cracks; get your hands dirty.

Eat good food, love as much as you can, and grow more of both with your hands!

&E

Happy Gas: The American Dream and Darfur

Whats the reason for every environmental disaster or the common practice of cultural pacification/genocide of native peoples? The Pursuit of Happiness, of course.

Add 'Empathy' the the list of extinction. It is out of hand! Too many people believe it is more important to "be happy" than to sacrifice. I'm not talking about "jesus christ", I'm talking about the excess; the waste. How important is the industry of Football in the age of awareness? Is Football freedom? Or is it merely the modern-day chains that prevent the minds of slaves from thinking too much about things? What about money? Can anyone understand the "service industry" and "slavery" is semantics.

Many confuse empathy for pessimism, or, anger. ITs not simply that the world is a sad place, it is that is gets sadder with every day that passes where affluent nations, the only ones that can, refuse to sacrifice their comfort and convenience for the betterment of the world community. War is a much easier way to keep poor people from revolting, and just look at how many jobs it creates!?

Empathy is indeed disappearing from the face of American Society. It is being replaced with an irrational drive to be "happy". Junkies on vacation. Junkies dancing all night. Junkies eating at the new restaurant and buying a pint of Ben and Jerry's anywhere, 24-hours a day 365 days a week.

I eat ice cream still, but its rare. When I do, I consciously acknowledge I am about to participate in gross indulgence. Do I enjoy the ice cream less? Yes, I do. It is called evolution, or, refinement of entertainment. I even will change my mind in the store now, and walk out without buying ice cream. I don;t worry about being happy, I don't worry at all. I walk true steps and feel deeply content at my commitment to "living simply so the other may simply live". I don't worry about over population, or use it as a n excuse rather, to perpetrate the thoughtless acts of indulgence that are the body of American Entertainment/life.

And yes, in both my own thinking and in fact, I am a better person than I was, at least from the perspective of the land and the life that lives. I feel much better everyday than the fleeting happiness a pint of Ben and Jerry's could bestow.

Evolve, people! Let go and grow.

for over a month now I have have been living off grid and eating local food, most of which I have gathered from the jungle of the island of Hawai'i. I have begun bread labor; climbing coconut trees for my local farm and helping to keep the jungle from taking over (weeding). In exchange I pick from the garden, all the green goodness I need to maintain a healthy life.

For me this is a "dream job". I live in a place most of the world calls paradise, and spend less for my entire needs than the average american spends on gas. I work hard, but have the majority of my time free to refine my life as it were my art. so true is the expression borne of freedom; only by fulfilling the responsibility of your living: food, shelter, excersize, community involvment; only by moving beyond the slave wage economy can one express truth. What is truth? Its whats in your heart.

"Live simple so others can simply live". "Be the change you wish to see in the word".

Someone who I respect asked me if I care too much; that "you can't save all the star fish washed ashore". The anology does not fit; we need not fight nature, but if it were a machine tossing star fish ashore we could unplug it. If I didn;t care as much as I do, and settled for a place in line with the american progression towards fascisim I would be "happy", but I would not be doing anything that nets change. We must all "care too much", so much to understand that today we must stop and return to reason.

We can't love if we don't respect. We can't love with we don't sacrifice. Though I live in paradise, I have left nearly everything behind and learn a new way of life at the age of 35. I care, not too much, but with everything that I am about my actions; the ripples they cause. There is no excuse for today other than greed.
IF you don't do it, it will never be done; change.

Love, good food and music.