Salty Tears

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.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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