Where sun and sea and land meet
Where the waves roll in
And break on rocky shores
Under the sun’s illuminating grace
Where the waves roll in
And break on rocky shores
Under the sun’s illuminating grace
I find the rhythm of being
Tag: being
Primal
I sit beside the ocean
Wind and water
Salt and rock
Wind and water
Salt and rock
Where every thundering wave
Takes me back
Ten thousand years
To a time before industry
To a time before capital
To a time before government
To a time before language
To a time before consciousness
To a time before life
Maelstrom
Caught in the maelstrom of thoughts
I am lost in a chaos of possibilities
I am lost in a chaos of possibilities
So I breathe
Let go the thoughts
Dispelling
The chaos
Until I am conscious
Only of being
Unencumbered
Unencumbered, must I enter
Unattached
Unburdened
Unattached
Unburdened
Burdens weigh me down
Attachments distract me
Encumbrances hold me back
The eye of the world upon me
I sat
Relaxed
Settled myself
Turned my consciousness inward
And breathed
Relaxed
Settled myself
Turned my consciousness inward
And breathed
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
Come, it said.
“Come,” it said, gesturing with an upturned palm, the gentleness of the movement belying the rigidity of its fingers, its joints, the stiffness of the steel with which we’d made him.
Him? It.
Vanishing point
I try to look too far
Ahead and behind
Seeking insight
Which is strongest
Farthest reaching
At the point on which
I stand
In the moment
I stand there
Ahead and behind
Seeking insight
Which is strongest
Farthest reaching
At the point on which
I stand
In the moment
I stand there
Reflections on a perfect place
There are places
Of peace and tranquility
Of peace and tranquility
Where the sounds of water
Lapping at your canoe
The trill of a loon
And a child’s laughter
Splashing in the lake
Become a presence
Be made of iron
Steel
Be made of steel
Be made of steel
Or iron
Yes, even better
Be made of iron
Iron ages
Rusts
Like the lines etched
In an old man’s face
Seeking ~ Being
There comes a time
In every pilgrim’s journey
When the path transforms
In every pilgrim’s journey
When the path transforms
From seeking
To being
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