Painted on my face, by the brush of truth.

   Was moved today by a very special person. He was an old Hawaiin who preaches his beliefs. "Our bills say in god we trust, but when was the last time the people in the White House read the bible?" "Woman are the more patient ones, for they had to wait 9months for their babies." As people listened, rolled their eyes and moved on, I sat down and just listened. Listened to what he had to say for nearly a hour.. Listened as he talked about life, death, pain, passion, peace. I sat on the grass in front of him, agreeing with everything that emerged from his mouth. Just as I was about to leave, he said something that made me feel as if he was talking to me and only me. " You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself." Once he had said that, he closed his eyes and held out his hands.. I don't know what caused me to do it, but I stood up and took his hands in mine. "Thank you" was all I said. As I left to head back to my hotel, I looked back only once.. To see a small smile on his face.