It's all smoke and mirrors.
We've come to worship technology
And find our answers on screens.
Main-stream media has become our God.
How did you, who I love,
Become a bunch of pixels in a tiny square?
I can't feel your embrace,
Nor hear your heart beating.
So, without you here
I turn my face to the ocean
Where the wind whispers in my ear.
I don't hear words, but I understand.
When I step outside I'm home.
A red cardinal in bamboo,Or a woodpecker perched on a naked branchSurrounded by red winter berriesLeads me further down the the pathNature is my altar now.I come to the place where the land stopsAnd the sea beginsThe sun fills me up from head to toeAs I sink down into the golden grains below meMy feet move without thoughtMy heart in my chestIs a compassTo the UnknownEarth's sacred gardenHolds the keyIn an oyster shellHave you found the treasure yet?
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