Kealoha's Kupu

I have always lived in a small town and for the last five months, it has been quite the transformation as I adjusted to the city life. Before I had the experience of a city, I found no use for sidewalks; I could just walk or ride my bike down the middle of the road, not seeing a car for miles. Now, I would have to be suicidal to walk down the middle of the busy Minneapolis streets. Energy flow and its transformation is everywhere, just sit at a corner of a busy intersection for twenty four hours, and see this first hand. When daybreak comes, the streets begin to wake, as the early birds take a morning jog. Slowly the streets fill with energy, as strings of cars wait at a red light to let the herds of coffee drinking people stamped across the street. Then noon rolls around, and people scramble to find a place to replenish their energy, so their minds can survive the rest of the day’s challenging encounters. The city becomes alive; and not only do people fill the streets with energy but individual minds expand with new ideas and thoughts. They pass on their energy to other individuals, transforming and challenging the way they might think and feel. You might pass a protest on your way, there’s so much energy coming from the group of chanting activists. You start to ponder, open your mind, to new ideas and people. You feel their new energy reach your mind. Five O’clock strikes, it becomes a mad race for the door, and the packed streets crawl along during rush hour. The city prepares for rest as the last of the people find their way home. The streets and sidewalks are calm, losing energy, and darkness drapes over the city sky. We all find comfort then, as we drift into our dream.