We’re Surfers.
All of us.
The only difference is
what we’re surfing for.
Some surf for peace,
some surf for joy,
some surfing for creativity,
some surf to be cool,
some surf for establishment,
some surf against establishment,
some surf for solitude,
some surf for gregariousness,
some surf for nature,
some surf against nature,
but we all surf.
We enter nature’s realm
and lose ourselves.
But it’s not about surfing.
Some will always think it is,
but it’s not.
It’s about the freedom of
the unknown;
about the unique form
that has never happened before
and will never happen again.
It’s bout the absence
of rules and regulations,
and at the same time,
abiding by them.
Because the rules make sense.
They’re made for safety.
Water is dangerous
respect goes both ways.
And it is a free ocean.
Water exists in constant flux.
You can’t own the ocean,
even if countries claim to.
But we are the ocean.
We depend on it.
Seventy percent of us is made up of it.
Without it, we’re doomed.
So we bask in it,
like blind apes
in salmon costumes
without thinking about
what we’re doing to it.
And still I am you
and you are me
for we are but one
attached energy field talking different
shapes and colors.
We feel different
because we look different,
but that is only in the shell of the form
we can conceive with the human eye.
So, if you want to surf for peace,
or joy or creativity,
and you want to make a difference,
we need to start acting locally.
The place you are in should always
be your home and hearth
and we must learn
to treat it as such.
Plastics are not good for the ocean.
Nor are synthetic chemicals of any kind
that do not fully biodegrade organically
and exist in nature.
Alan Watts asks, “Are errors of congenital disease
or epidemics or pestilence necessary for maintaining
a balance of life?”
“Will correction of these errors
give rise in the long run to far more
serious problems than ones already solved?”
While it remains “up in the air,”
if you’ve traveled or even looked
at your own local place,
we haven’t come that far.
If anything, mobile technology has
driven us to be little more
than fanciful idiots.
There are obviously exceptions.
But exceptions don’t negate the rule.
There are exceptions
to every rule.
But to not be able to sit at a restaurant
table by yourself, let alone
with others, and not have a quick peak
at your phone isn’t exactly
Albert Einsteinlandia.
So let’s wake up.
It’s not too late.
We can change the way we live,
we can change the way we eat,
we can change the way we sleep.
But still I see no changes.
Perhaps the racist faces have improved,
but marginally, at best.
Saying our race has improved
would be a stretch of the imagination.
How many wars is the world in right now?
Not to mention our war on nature,
our own home and what
we rely on to survive as a
human race. So
let’s wake up.
It’s not too late.
I don’t think it’s too late.
Let’s listen to Tupac Shakur
and make some changes.