I am from the mountains of the south land
of Appalachia where the sky touches the earth, and people walk in the clouds,
but only for a time. I am from the north land, where the water is clear and goes
on forever. I am from this place of great lakes, where snow sparkles like tiny
diamonds and dances on the wind. Snow covering everything in white beauty,
which seems to never end.
I am from a family whose love and anger
burn intense as the sun in the desert. I am from a family who devour life in
huge bites, sometimes too big to swallow. I am from people who have great
character and will fight for the cause. I am from people who have a few scares
on the family tree, where branches of character have grown wisdom in matters of
loss or trouble.
I am from a time in history that produced
the greatest music of any era. I am from a time when Piedmont blues partnered
with jazz, and joyously collided with bebop, and folk, giving birth to the
music called rock and roll. I am from the generation of people who, sailed into
the mystic with Van Morrison, got tangled up in blues with Bob Dylan, and met
each other at Grateful Dead concerts. I am from the end of a generation called
boomers, who remember Wood Stock, Wavy Gravy and all the people the Hog Farmers
fed.
I am from the earth and sky where the
spirit dwells before or after walking the earth. I am from an omniscient source
that exists in all things, and is still a part of me. I am from a gypsy soul,
on a journey through life, and death, and life. I am from a spectral cosmos,
where the essence of my being first began its' exodus, and will return to dwell
in the light. I am from the light;
I am the light.
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