We’re Surfers


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.


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