What am I to Want?

“I circle as swan through the air”

I am on a ship of sacred Hawaiian warriors. We are as an arrow on the seascape aiming toward the good, although I have no idea where that is.

The journey begins with the drum in my hand, singing. I float up as a beautiful white swan. I circle as swan through the air in concentric circles, perceiving the entire landscape. Up and up until I can see all there is to see. And then, perched high above, I sing some more. Not knowing what else to do, I feel so full of desire, but for what?

What am I supposed to want?

A vision of waves rolls out in front of me. Ribbons of words. I see clearly what this means. It is a writer’s life building inside me. But it feels so far from now.

How can I cross the river of doubt inside of myself? Not doubt about what it is that wants to be set free that is me. That is easy. What is difficult is to forget the memory of other lives where pain is the result of shining fully. .

Can it be that humanity is ready? In any case, I know it is just a matter of time. For I want nothing. I Love, everything.