Woodstock. Three days of peace and love, where no one noticed any difference. No one cared if you wore clothes or what clothes you wore. People hugged, kissed, danced and meditated on nothing more than music.
We, yes I was there, slipped and slid in the mud, played in the rivers and streams and never wondered where we would go next. The music took us into a dance of the heart. The energy of each singer rejoiced in the moment. Love loved through all of us.
We went home in a daze, unaware of what could have taken place and for that matter we didn’t care. We had loved, danced and learned about the heart of what matters and that is simply people.
I long for that moment again, a moment that will never be. We are not that simple, nor direct in our desires for peace. The type of peace that comes with no strings attached.
I am honoured to have been there, to have discovered my fellow humans in the dance. Where have we gone and where do we hide.
Let’s come together again, not like we did then yet in a new presence of peace, love and being groovy.
No more war we chanted. No more war. Hug your neighbour see them for who they are and that is, just humans in a dance of joy.