Monday, March 31, 2008

things in life to love (recap)


the elasticity of the material of life and minds and hearts, there is always more room for ideas and people and things and places to love, there is always room for growth and better understanding
the up swing of the mood swing, pharmacists have drugs for sale to even out the furrow we plow, but lordy lordy i wouldn't know what the top looked like if i hadn't seen the bottom
the push and pull of friends across continents and oceans
the necessity of collaboration
the art of celebration
the ubiquitous nature of like-minded folks in the oddest of places
the magic of the postal service, and the satisfaction of correspondence
the clarity of sobriety and

i wrote this in a treehouse a year ago, thanks for reading:


THINGS IN LIFE TO LOVE
Everything,
including the skinned knuckles, the scary dogs, the stiff lower back, the full belly, the new day, the passage of time, the continuance of now,
the laugh of a gecko,
the fart of a friend, the thump of memory of gymnasiums past, the quiver of excitement, the vastness of possibility, the texture of chocolate, the purity of minimalism, the feeling of teeth, the divergences of skin, the truth of language,

the "i love my body"ness of living in a body rather than in a ray of light or within the molecules of a pheremone,

the introspection of cats, the abundance of oxygen, the smoothness of discovery, the disappearance of cake, the power of suggestion, the ache of homesickness, the existence of ocean, the inevitability of change, the subtlety of omen, the frenzy of wind,
the knowledge that We Are All One Family,
the destruction of fear, the tingle of catharsis, the nobility of dreams, the expression of love, the fullness of hug, the tan face, the free heart, the dancin' hips, the bicycles bicycles bicycles, the flow of the universe, the perfection of silence, the buzz of cicadas, the sigh of sleep, the hammock on the porch,
the inanity of cartoons, the juice of exertion, the free stuff, the whirr of corduroy, the volume of the written word, the accessibility of creation, the ease of positivity, the vibration of co operation, the word PONO,
the tang of Hawai'i, the sisters oh the sisters and the brothers, the rythym of kisses, the beach balls, the spirit of acceptance, the shape of feet,
the sound of your name,
the electricity of a crush, the absurdity of squirrels, the ticking of a clock, the multitudes of perspective, the speed of recovery, the creak of trees, heart chakra, sunshine, the cleverness of me, and your beauty,
the stretch of mornings, the rumble of a laugh, the willfullness of hair, the size of the sky, the smell of marijuana, the sound of footsteps,
the wag of a dog, the strength of a wave, the tinkle of rocks under the water, the taste of coffee, the high of hitch-hiking,
the squeak of clean, the grit of dirt,
the squeeze of familiarity, the loose of new,
the everlastingness of every moment, our collective worthiness, the sass of flirtation, the wayward Puna sunday, the exhiliration of speed,
the perfection of detail.

1 comment:

shugE said...

you have a poetic way with words lucy....little rio says he really likes this one!