life to me

I dig my toes into the sand. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless, and in this moment, I am happy…

Someone once told me that this song fit me perfectly. He could not have said anything more comforting. If I can choose, I mean really choose, and have complete control over all details of my life, and not think of responsibility nor consequence, I’d live my life this way: Like a nomad, with the world as my home. I would climb many mountains and traverse valleys. Along the way, I would shake many hands and share countless, wordless smiles. No language will be a barrier. I will plant rice where the mud is rich and take fruit from trees. I would dance in strange streets, love strange men. Sometimes I will visit the cities, and there I will play, and leave them breathless.

But my favorite room would be the ocean. It is there where I will make my bed. It is there where I would keep my treasures, and build my secrets. It is there where I would rest, and let the salty breeze wash my soul clean again. It is where the healing night will meet me. It is there where my dreams will come and go with the tides, sometimes suddenly, frightfully, with a typhoon’s gale. But mostly they will ride a gently lapping current, aboard tiny paper boats and amidst floating candles. There I will bathe in the sun, and drink from the rain, and listen to music my Maker has made for me.

My life has thus been made by: The tracks of pawikan across coarse, white sand. The moon, rising over a grove of coconut trees, huge and red like the setting sun.The hiss of sea snakes dropping from a cliff to hunt in the sea.Black limestone cliffs towering over sparkling blue-green waters.A comet streaking across the black sky, and my first glimpse of the galaxy. This is my home – where I will lose myself, and find myself. Again and again and again. ..

I lay my head onto the sand. The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it. I’m counting UFO’s. I signal them with my lighter and in this moment I am happy, happy…

The world’s a roller coaster and I am not strapped in.Maybe I should hold with care,but my hands are busy in the air. I wish you were here…

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