I feel a little alien when people sneer at "that hippy love shit." Of course I am trying to tune in to what is good! Of course I want to unlearn patterns that hurt me or other people and of course I want to learn to be a force for peace. What else should I do with this life? Gather an Ikea Gallery of a home? Collect all things Apple and have more facebook friends? What on earth would I live my life for but to cultivate this "hippy love shit?" I don't care if it's hip, but, I must admit, it's lonely when you frown.
I wish I could cover our cynicism with glue and glitter.
I wish I could plant a magnolia in our resignation.
I feel the pull of the quick-fix-or-forget-it,
but then I can't forget it.
It calls me like a dirty-knee child,
can't you hear it?
Olly Olly Oxen Free. Come out, come out wherever you are.
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