Thursday, June 12, 2003
I'm taking a short break from my canvas...
Stretching my body and my mind.
I get going sometimes, and don't realize that hours have past, except for a nagging sensation in my neck that says: take a break.
I feel such a potency today-
a creative whirlwind.
The wind blows Frankincense and Myrr through my room.
Any and all storms will blow away, in time-
but I have me.
Me is good.
Me is home.
At long last,
I've come home.
I'm sayin' goodbye to Hollywood.
Not the glorious little hamlet with wonderful streets like "Tamarind Ave."
or "Poinsettia Street"-
Heavens no!
That was my first big adventure place, my own personal "OZ"-
I could never really say goodbye to that-
I'm saying goodbye to fakers, braindrains, and people with pins aimed at my balloon...
The wind also blows in change
Halleluah.
'Till next time 'Mela
10:33 PM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
