What a blessing is this rain! After so much time of drought and gritting teeth, finally
everything gets washed out clean. Delicious pouring sheets of rain slashing down,
on the rooftops, the deck, the garden and the streets. Rivers of water are forming at
the sides of the streets, running down to lower grounds. The sloshing sound of
soaked grass, dripping gutters and newly formed little rivers.
What a blessing is this rain! The glistening of drops and the big wet banana leaves
and the shimmering windows. An ocean of transparency almost like an underwater
world. Everything is connected with wetness, no exceptions. We are the same
matter, fluid and mingling and flowing. We can lavish ourselves in this lush wealth of
water and the blessing of the rebirth of life.
What a blessing is this rain! We need to wash ourselves from what is too much. Too
much worry and too much greed and too much anxiety. Wash away the fears and
struggles and just let go what was yesterday's mess. This rain brings new life, new
juice and new sparkles. We are here now, newly born, like a wet baby chick coming
out of the egg. All around is being reborn, shaped anew like the embryo swimming in
it's sack of fluids.
What a blessing is this rain! We needed this so much. Do you even remember how
your wheels of motion were stuck with rasping and grinding sand and how you could
not get ahead? How frustrating were the jarred engines and the rusted hinges of the
ever stuck doors? The squealing screeches of metal, bend beyond repair. Everything
gets refreshed now, oiled and sprayed richly with W40. Fluency is the new mode.
Feel and listen to the easy click of doors opening up around you now, automatically
and silent, like they aren’t even there.
What a blessing is this rain! Let’s bring it all out. Al that needs renewal and all that
can be flushed out. Let it run through the gutters and into the drains and away
through the sewer system. Let’s enjoy this cleanse and soak ourselves inside and
out. For this feast of water brings us back to who we are: everlasting souls in a one
and only present. Residing in transparent and clean matter. We are washable and
ever renewable! Let’s rinse in this blessed water and start over now!

A kind of peace comes over the planet
a little bit of breath for the earth
As the mountain gets covered by the cloud 
As the breath gets taken away from its people
maybe they will not cut as many trees today
maybe they will not drill so deep today
maybe a bit of the fog gets filtered and lifted today
Today today today, I pray for it
In my words, in my actions, in my gut, and heart
I try and not add to the confusion
I try and soften the blow, 
All over the globe people stop
open their eyes to the pure essence of life and death,
where nature gets the upper hand.
And sickness can suck the economy dry 
But I awoke today feeling more alive 
And i awoke today with an open mind
I awoke today feeling a little lighter
I don't want to be misunderstood
but I will be
i don't like to be misunderstood
but I will be 
I do know one thing, is that I always mean well
I make an effort to see the other side
and try to make peace in the end. 
I want to be loved as much as the next guy
and I want them to feel loved as well. 
Love is a gift, that we all can give
I wish we would all give it more often than we do
it is there to spread around
The exposed heart is a sponge to be filled and squeezed
Pore over the planet this love great spirit, would ya
Scrape the bottom and bring up the good
Weed out the evil that brings the rest down
Would ya
Great spirit, Im only a small soul, doing the best that I can
One of the many who exist in this way
Maybe add a bit of love to the soup of life as we know it
Maybe give a little more than I take on some occasions
Maybe take a little more than I give sometimes
But try try as I do, to add a little more good

Are priorities the priority right now? Am I addicted to movement?
and entertainment? can I not entertain my self enough anymore
To keep It interesting.
Interesting  is how familiar my surroundings are, 
yet I can notice more depth and color each and every time I stop long enough to look, 
to feel the world around me and let it all in. 
There are strong urges that makes me pick up the guitar
oh but I can not sing, 
There are inspirations that makes me want to go climb a mountain, 
oh but I am injured. 
How much thinking does it take to think a masterpiece? 
So I indulge my senses, all the visuals, all the music, keep listening and looking and dancing, and run. 
Feel the heart beat, all my emotions, until I cry once again, 
for the love of the land for the crisp woven  words being sung in my ears
for the ideas that come out of genius, 
recorded and mastered to live forever in the hearts and souls of all who care to listen. 
The world can tune in, or tune out, tuning fork of abundance and scorn, 
of wild nights, and weary souls, of little things and ribbons, and bombings, and sirens in the night, 
and flowers in the springtime and the baby birds in the nest, 
The papayas in the trees and the plants that need me in their pots like a lions in a cage, 
like the sick tigers in the zoo, and all that makes no scene, in the scheme of it all.
I feel. 
I feel The electricity through the wires that run all the way to Hana, 
the hospital beds that are lined up in the east
I knew there was a reason why I kept heading west. 
For the lives that are saved and the ones that are dead
For the loved and the hated and the evil the lurks, and I bend and I sway to the world as it turns
And I feel all the pain in my back and pain in my organs as they work so hard
Like intended. 
Is it all for the sake of my descendants to come
Will I live long enough to see my sons daughter give birth?
Will I live long enough to see the whole 
World explode, will I smile when I die.