Pacifica

...

I dive...

... into our hewn earth courageously. Celebratory. With praise.

Praise for hills above Santa Barbara, and what they would hold in store.

Praise for Clarissa telling me to face every wind to protect the flames at our core.

Praise for the soil, ploughed with our every toil, every root torn, and restored.

Praise for harvesting our dreams, and sewing their seeds for our own family tree once more.

Praise for Joe, and what he's done for you. And I. I tipped my hat at his library, and dropped your book at his door.

Praise for the these many Gods who plunder and adore, surely across the universe, but most certainly in these hallowed halls.

Praise for Carl, seeing what so many would ignore. Gifting me a bridge to explore my true nature's rhythmic and blissful score.

Praise for the rapport with men who resemble me, pouring cups of plentitude, stomping together these floors, eyes that meet where others merely war.

... and the walls, oh the redwood walls! You should see this place! Decor fit for heaven and earth's wedding, a marrying of the exalted and the abhorred.

... and praise for my soul. Once more.

Praise for my soul. Once more.

Praise for soul. Once more.

- Pacifica Graduate Institute, Santa Barbara. 08/01/2012.