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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (137)	12/4/1998 3:57:00 PM
From: Robert Douglas Hickey	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

The Lava Cave Sacred places are everywhere if one knows how to look, but some places seem to offer their sacredness more readily. Welcome to Maui, one of Gaia's most recent blessings. After a first encounter as a tourist, on a honeymoon, I am growing to know Maui as a lover knows a lover ever more intimately ever more deeply drinking of her power, the greens the rainbows. I seek out the black sand beach because the guide book tells me to and on the way to the black sand beach three grizzled hippies, drying off before a lava cave. Can you swim in there I ask an obvious question, three grizzled hippies drying off before a lava cave but they answer with reverence: Man, this is the best swimming hole on Maui. A six-foot leap from the lava cave lip into crystal water, warm as blood. Sunlight, lensing and refracting creates prisms inside, and the low ceiling is splashed technicolor dayglo red, yellow, green, blue mineral stains, seeping through porous lava rock this cave is magical. A year later, having dreamt of it many times I return to the lava cave and find defilement. Beer cans, candy wrappers, wads of paper tissue: the consequence of dozens of careless, wasteful acts of discard clearly visible through the crystal water. The magical cave is a garbage can. I leap from the lava cave lip into crystal water, warm as blood and swim to the bottom, retrieve and swim to the bottom, retrieve carefully tossing all the defilements up to the lip. Coming up for the last time with the last beer can in my hand not a breeze - a single puff, a whoosh of wind drops hundreds of flower petals onto the water. Surrounded by white and pink petals, I am receiving Gratitude. Robert Douglas Hickey