What does it matter

What does it matter
when the only sounds you can hear
are the gently lapping water
and the Maui tradewinds.

What does it matter
when the mind slows
the flowers bloom
and silent fragrance dominates the air.

What does it matter
when your vantage point of the world
encompasses islands, windmills
deceptive clouds, and endless blue horizons.

What does it matter
when ambition slides
into a salty pool
and serenity breathes though the sun.

What does it matter
when there are no humans
populating thousands of square miles
of visible underspace.

What does it matter
when the wind wipes away mind habits
and the spirit breaks free
and flies
and gets stronger
in the skies.

What does it matter
when the facade of plans
is erupted
by a jolt
of joy.

What does it matter
when the distant birds cry
and the green sways with life
and the cove teases calmness
from red-flowered days.

What does it matter
when the words slow down,
for there is no intention left,
just another drifter,
drifting by,
supremely content.

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