Homeless

When I was homeless, I noticed the bird calls and the slow warming of the planet each morning. I was disconnected from the news and the television sitcoms but was connected to the natural rhythms of the earth. I understood the stream of consciousness of the planet that swept through on cool breezes and gentle rains. Nature spoke to me and my direction was on stable ground. Days would last forever and each step was filled with pleasure. Toiling in a world above nature's essence and my compass spins in circles. A man made illusion of grandeur with no substance but the buying and selling of goods and dreams that one day I will have what others have and feel more comfortable in my own skin. But alas, it is an endless ride with the vultures circling...waiting to take what's left. However, before long I will tune out the noise ridden garbage of the media and the competition to have what my neighbor has and the time-off race to enjoy something or purchase something to feel good for one split second only to fall into dark despair again and line up for another week of heart attacks, accidents, gun shots, domestic violence, anger, misery, war, disease, hunger, mortgage foreclosures, religious bigotry, deforestation, abused animals, death and yet just above the fray, with just a slight change in my awareness and I am in sync with something so substantial it moves me on and it is where real hope lies and only true comfort comes. This is it - I am here again and the world seems misguided and the true nature of the human race and those that control it have lost any semblance of humanity - their power is greed and their motive is sickness. But not the earth for she is my health care...she is my comfort and she is my only way home.