Magic Of The Kona Coast

I learned much during many trips to the Big Island of Hawaii;

Fire goddess Pele helped incinerate my personal issues.
She guided me to the gentle waters of Kealakekua Bay, to swim with spinner dolphins, where I learned what pod-life means.

Kilauea’s violent eruptions, reaching, expanding, ever creating.

A lone coconut seedling clung to life on a vast black lava plane, patiently waiting for rain, wind to break down the arid harshness, she’d chosen to inhabit and reforest.

Humpback whales taught me how they hold Earth in balance with their songs.

I learned to fearlessly swim and love big blue water.

Honaunau (Place of refuge) where wrongdoers made their way for forgiveness and safety.

Hawaii, a remnant of ancient Lemuria beckons her wayward children home…

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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