looking over at his smiling eyes
a reflection of me
as the sun says goodbye
perched in the meadow
listening to the aspen
a beautiful place
amidst the tall grasses
a lucid dream
so time spent with him seems
with him
or with me
its all the same
but i do like the energy
that circulates back to me again and again
a pure love
as pure as one might find
of two people coming together
without attachment
one and one is one when we unite…
its amazing how in the desert
with such a lack
the reflection seems to be so clear
so in your face
no looking around it
not a chance
no distractions here
you are here with you
i am here with me
thats all there is
time for reflection
uninterrupted
without distraction
time for reflection
in a drought ridden land
something from the outside
one would never guess
unless one is within…
I found this article from Outsider Online.
As Johnson explains it, Kelly Slater started riding new high-performance boards in the 1990s that were ridiculously thin and narrow. Slater, who’s known as”the Freak” for his extraordinary surfing abilities, could ride these boards with flair, but lots of other surfers couldn’t. Then the fish and other retro styles made a comeback. “You jump on there and suddenly you can glide again,” Johnson says. “I think about this in terms of music or anything: Sometimes things progress to the point that it’s not really progressing anymore. You get to this dead end, where you need to look back.”