1/17/2015
I have yet to find a bridge
and I’ve struggled to pick a poison
I’ve only been able to pull the trigger
on one-way tickets
to the middle of the Pacific
where the suicidal thoughts wash away
with each wave after wave
and each papaya and mamaki tea
and day by day
it becomes easier to forget…
and to remember
that we’re just a grain of sand
on an endless beach
and sometimes the stars
and the planets
seem within reach
and when I clean my glasses
and focus
I see a billion galexies
and behind them
billions more
so, how can I dwell on greed
and poverty
and war
when the whole planet
is hardly more
than a grain of sand
on an endless beach
and the whole universe is within reach
and within each
and every last one
by one
by one
from the ants marching
to the soldiers
laying down their guns
rusting from years and years
of salty tears
grinding gears of war,
halting more
cancerous decay
of the human race
and though space is infinate
we must slow the pace,
about face,
begin to heal the ‘aina
heal ourselves
heal the earth
our mother is worth more
than we could ever imagine.
Imagine.,..
Imagine…
Clean beaches
clean rivers
and clean consciences
pure hearts and minds,
find the time
to unwind
and imagine humanity
the way it could be
the way it should be
Imagine
a world free of hatred and greed
Imagine
free your mind and
Imagine…
because none of this is set in stone
the way things are doesn’t have to be…
So, if you’re standing on the bridge
crying over man’s inhumanity
STEP BACK
and pull the trigger
on a one way ticket
to the middle of the Pacific
or anywhere
somewhere in the sun
and relax…
take a deep breath
and know
with our children
and ancestors
our enemies
and our friends
with the earth
wind
fire
water
and spirit…
we are all
ONE.
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