Dragged Kicking and Screaming...Home...join in...

[bartolah]

Friends,

We are home and yet, now, not home
Torn from the brilliant bosom of the Playa
New friends and old scattered about, to the dust Devils,
Back to whence we came,
Making us wonder what is home...
where am I now? this alien, harsh landscape,
a mirage, a figment, of that which was
but is now different - seen differently, altered

The Playa will do that - You All will do that
to Me

I've met many new friends this year in the desert
and seen wonderous extraordinary things
so much beauty, so much that is new
The Passage altered me, i am a piece
Where did bohemian glorious "Center Camp" go
the embers of the man, the temple, all that is burned
all that is fleeting and beautiful and dust-filled and real
memories now.
To leave is to be torn away, such sadness and so much love

It is not easy to be home, away from home
it is a harsh place, this land of strangers
of concrete, of cold hard Productive machines
the love and soul is hard to find here
as are all of you
but you're out there. i know it. i feel it.
i hear you, but cannot see you.

you're out there. and I need you. we need each other.
this place, this home away from home needs you
your love, your soul, your peace, your gift.
new orleans needs you, iraq needs you...
the harshness needs you and me and us

we are re/charged.
we have been home.
we have a gift to give,
a light in the darkness,
carry the glowing embers alive and alight
within
you
home.