Freedom Harvest Rave

New no moon night black sky silver white stars startle sparkle shoot show fire camp sights glow toys whirl with whoops and yelps of people groups and those who float and follow trails and the soft sand that coddles land and feet a tribe of bodies and faces meet and dance and prance with music's beat the absurdity of unified diversity lost in the joy of being between truth and fantasy a shared reality along the wave the ocean's rhythmic motion and circular thoughts that are cynical of cynicism so leaves us free to be and feel the source of the universe and me in a moment eternal that's not really here but a shared illusion as real as now and how with wind to shit and piss in nature's hand for life is one the energy fun with care and feeling without the meaning of confined definition of goals or mission but alone and together in similar vibration a tribe's peaking elation and valleys of peace in enclaves tents huddled amongst family friends standing sitting trancing sleeping and those who wander for all who wonder as dawn awakens along the continuim of time the beat the song the sun the surf the day the way it was when all forgot to ask why not...

Lee Fogel - October 1992