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The Returning home
Discussion started by Adam Rangihana 7 years ago
The Returning Home…
The Returning home was like wandering the Universe traversing the solar winds time and space without end and as your sight breachs the event horizon your eyes and heart catches the faint glimmerings that are the edges of your memories which flow like the milky-way. Ancient forgotten synaptic impulses silently explode and stir with a millennia of unremembered feelings and emotions, the mind sees a person it knew so long ago and captured in that moment in that reflection is the person you had always dreamed you wanted to be smiling back… which is a good odd feeling as only time and space can be both good and odd, but still bitter sweet not wanting to lose one over the other, but not wanting to lose the intensity of once again seeing your mother, your love and reason for being your home.
That familiar blue planet surges its oceans filled with hope and life, and as you crest the waves of light that vibrate and shudder your senses unbelievable… and suddenly you are home… the earth is beneath your feet… the sun is raised to a mid-summer high with a green leafy breeze which plays with a child's memories and the faces of long ago… home-home and again sweet home you cry sweeter than apple and blackberry pie sweeter than Jenny Bulumski and her cherry ripe bosoms with legs that almost reach the sky or Katrina Bishop and her wholesome smile with breasts that always fell everywhere drawing every eye and many a sigh… now that is how I like to remember… damn that is how I would like to die… home-home the green-green grass of home… it shines and warms the heart as the sun lights and fills the sky home sweet-sweet home…
And then as night falls blazing with a myriad lights in the reflected brightness that shines without shining… and again you remember why you loved this place the craziness, the nonsensical coalescence of idiocy. That chaos an untamed pattern held by the Pythagorean rhythm that beats as the heart breaks in stuttered and epileptic rhythmic uncertainties and as sure as night does not shed darkness on all things and the absence of light does not make night but just makes darkness available to all who want its cloak to hide in… and damn she was a fine comfortable girl to me on many a long lonely rotation when the earth faced from the sun and all you wanted to do was find the world, stop the tide or at least tell it where it could get off… damn it was fun and yes damn I really miss my mom my home my sweet apple and blackberry pie… and yes I remember now… I remember how I cried… when I returned home… tena kouto… tena kouto… tena touto katoa… Greetings… Greetings… Greetings to all of us…
The Returning home
Te Hokianga Mai
Adam Rangihana
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