Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Empty Seashells [thoughts of the Awakening Program]


What's this?
Why are your tears on my cheeks?
Did I steal your sorrow
When we waded into the silver sea
Remember the day that
I combed the seashell's hair
And you laughed in harmony
With the sea urchins
I was still sandy when I
Went up to the heavenly concert
You told me you hated me
But your cries turned to
Paper cranes as they flew up
To the concert to tell me of
Your imaginary friend
Why do you hate me, beloved?
I'm just sandy rose petals
Not worth your trouble
Please, beloved, speak to me
Please, beloved, don't hide
I found our old sandcrabs, seashells
Tears-stained urchins and memory
My seashells are empty
Oh no
Of course I've loved you
But I was just a sandy rose
How could I know I as just an
Imaginary friend
Oh, beloved, don't hide from me
Oh, beloved, don't say I don't
I don't love you
[He whispers in your ear.
Have your forgotten the sound
Of oceans?]
Have you forgotten the cold embrace?
Oh, don't cry, here in
Here we find clean flowers
To dance at. I never miss
- I found forever and it sang -
Steal back the empty seashells
Fear not, little sea urchin
For now I know you.
Have you forgotten how to laugh
[do you remember anything but your sighs?]
Come beloved, and I will love
I will always love
I have always loved
[You]

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Internet

Internet is such a goooood thing. On my mom's computer. Writing to tell you I'm not dead since I haven't had internet in forevvvvver.

Wow. I'm talking kind of funny on this blog.

Maybe it's the smog.

I should write a real post sometime. But not this morning. Today, I'm going to Mariposa with my family.

Talk to y'all later!

Sasquatch!
Catey