Ephemeral Life...

This is the look of absolute contentment. Fulfilled. Inner Peace. If you can reach this stage as an adult again. You have truly found Ke Akua...

When I was down in Kalapana watching the lava creep towards the ocean, I saw a clump of tangled hair on the lava. I know what akua Pele's hair looks like, the lava glass version. This was real hair however. Creepy. I picked it up and threw it into the wind where it landed on the fresh hot advancing lava and incinerated...

My little ki'i pohaku friend I made to guard our house. Somehow I don't think he is as scary as I was supposed to make him. When I shared him with my good friend, he yelled..."Hey Koolaid!" That is definitely not a good sign...

My dad and I ran into this nice couple way up around the 4600 foot elevation on Mauna Loa. I didn't get their names. But I told them to Google "love" and they will find their photo I took with Halema'uma'u fuming in the distant background. They will find their photo. Eventually. How many Internet entries can there be for "love" anyway?

Pikake Street in plantation town Pahala...

You know like they say. The family that eats together...well...you know...gets full together. Something like that. I think...

This picnic table was heavily guarded for some unknown reason. I wasn't about to find out why...

Oh the beautiful Easter array of cotton candy. So sweet. So sugary. So sticky. So yummy to exacerbate diabetes...

Visiting Hawai'i all the way from Japan...

Some fine Gaelic music from the Scottish Festival at Kapi'olani Park...

Some people really enjoy having their photo taken. That is awesome...

Here is my lei ko'a I made out of a piece of coral I have had in my possession for about 18 years from Punalu'u Beach. Actually, the beach next door, Nino'ole. When I was on Maui, walking on a burial dune with County and State representatives, one of the County representatives asked me if the pu'u we were on, which was in the middle of a golf course, was a place where Ali'i, or chiefs, were buried because it was high. I said I believed so. I took two steps and there on the surface, was a small lei ko'a in the shape of a lei niho palaoa. A small coral pendant that a high ranking child would wear. It answered our question. Right there and then. I reburied it right in the sand below the surface where I found it. The archaeologist we were with was all excited about the find. Too excited if you ask me...

I never heard of the grass eating vegetarian baboon like Gelada before. Until my friend said she liked them. I whipped this Birthday greeting card up for her on my Wacom tablet today before I left for Walmart and the Bishop Museum. It is all messy. I don't know what I was thinking. But I have the urge to get back into art. Today I carved a lei ko'a out of coral in the shape of a lei niho palaoa. I just had the urge. And I did it. Sometimes planning too much never comes to fruition. Like the saying goes. Just do it...

Punalu'u Beach was smokin' on this Memorial Day weekend. Literally...

Native spirit was in abundance in Hilo yesterday morning...

Like blood vessels spreading throughout the land... Transporting Pele's molten creation... Now quiet, dark and lonely... With walls like rough toad skin... Coiling like a lizard's tail... A sky of dangling roots dropping waters of life... Into the cold blackness... Strange little life scurrying about... My only companions... As I enter the voids... Where my whole world began...

The lava creeped down the pali towards the ocean at Kalapana. Throngs of visitors and locals flocked to see the awesome sight...

Koa shows me his Ika, or squid, from Shirokiya, before he heartily devours it. Legs and all...

Connecting to ancestors. To Ke Akua. To spirit...

Unification of spirit...

Hawaiian participants at the Hilo Powwow this morning...

A beautiful Hilo Harley. Nice ride...

Seriously inked...

Hala. Offense. Brother Tom spreading the pa'akai to help cleanse the area where the remains of our beloved kupuna were raked by heavy machinery...

Elliott getting ready to read his poem on stage at the Star Poets Award Ceremony...

Hawaiians had a ceremony called Hiuwai. Commonly thought today to only be a ceremonial cleansing ocean immersion, it was also a game with the splashing of each other. Mahalo to La'akea and Mary Kawena Pukui for sharing aspects of Hiuwai. Looks like fun to me...

A father's beautiful little boy. Filled with the Ha, the breath, of Ke Akua. So beautifully Ha-waiian...

You heard words I didn't say... You said words I didn't hear... As the hurt burrows in... Love now erodes... In the waves of silence...

When you eat too much bread. You become a stuffed bird. And sleepy to boot...

This is a great way to see the world when you are a child. Comfort. Mobility. Shade. Ease. And your pesky brother...

We reach our pinnacle of beauty, happiness and fulfillment in life...when we simply turn towards the light...

The very talented Poet Kealoha at the Star Poets Awards Ceremony at Windward Community College. He is a leader in Slam Poetry in Hawai'i and soon, all over the globe. You go my bruddah...

Enjoying the beautiful happiness and joy of fellow human beings with a love for life...