I want to be washed clean
Forgive me for my idleness
Forgive me for my selfishness
Forgive me for blaming others
Forgive me for all my sins
I want to stand in the light
I want to live out my potential
Forgive me and wash me clean
I can feel the sickness grow
The longer I stay near, the bigger the sickness grows
The sickness must be medicated
The sickness must be cured
But the sickness can't be medicated
The sickness can't be cured
The sickness can only be tempered with faith.
The sickness can't be cured
The sickness can only be tempered with faith.
No one lives without dying.
Temper the sickness /
Travel with the heart and think with the mind,
Travel with the heart and think with the mind,
Know that you are a human and you are one of a kind :::
I may always feel the sickness whether far, whether near
but as I grow older, I know and see more clear
That there is really,
Nothing
To fear.
CITY OF REFUGE / PU'UHONUA O HONAUNAU
"In old Hawaii, if you had broken a law, the penalty was death. Perhaps you had entered into an area that was reserved for only the chiefs, or had eaten forbidden foods. Laws, or kapu, governed every aspect of Hawaiian society. The penalty for breaking these laws was certain death. Your only option for survival is to elude your pursuers and reach the nearest puuhonua, or place of refuge. As you enter, the great wall rises up before you marking the boundaries between the royal grounds and the sanctuary. Many ki'i (carved wooden images) surround the Hale o Keawe, housing the bones of the chiefs that infuse the area with their power or mana. If you reached this sacred place, you would be saved. Today, you may visit Puuhonua o Honaunau National Historical Park, and still feel the spirit of peace and forgiveness that continues to surround and bless this special place."
World, meet Frank Connell -- we met this guy on the streets of New Orleans outside of The Saint this past summer. I was skeptical of his sketchy ass (but definitely not his dog) and decided not to converse with him. He was claiming to know who started my high school, H-B Woodlawn and that was it for me. I assumed he was a liar, but you know what they say about assuming. Anyway, he had some of the boys under a spell until the very last moment we were there and they were able to catch his name. Later at a computer, Google did it's magic and some articles from The Washington Post came up. The first called "The Adventures of Frank" documents the every day life of Frank in 2004. And in 2010 The Washington Post wrote another article on where Frank is now. So, lesson learned, even total bums can be famous! Just kidding - the lesson is to be open to all humans, we each have a story worth sharing and hearing, (publicized or not). Cheers, Frank. Cheers, World.
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