When I was young one thing I was taught was how to colonize,

But tonight I need the night air to show me coolness and equanimity,

I need the estuary water to show me peaceful undulation,

And……………..I need the moments in between those dots to pass slowly.

The stars stay in the sky and twinkle, they keep twinkling, they are consistent in their vibration.

Maybe some of them have ceased at point of origin.

If I can be so greedy as to ask for all those taonga to be gifted to me,

Then perhaps I can be a little more with people, and rocks, and cars, and pavement, tomorrow.

I wonder how much I can be with the stars tonight?

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I have been searching for the truth for a long time, and what I have found, that I feel in my heart to be true, is a sense that everything is made of a warm, compassionate substance, the substrata of the universe, and that we will always be this, be made of this, and if I spend time, to slow down, to breathe, to let the words and the analysis and the descriptions go, I find that it is (t)here. All encompassing, all unifying, inside and outside, warm, caring, and indescribable. And it’s funny to think that during the day I am doing things but this sea tells me that there is ultimately nothing to do. Sometimes my ego still yearns for some adventure, perhaps I can go explore a cave at North Head with Josh or something.

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