A place of rest
Now at rest
Making intimate new friends
To find such peace
In the stillness of presence
Connected to all things
I breathe
Clear my mind
Become a place at rest
A place of rest
Now at rest
Making intimate new friends
To find such peace
In the stillness of presence
Connected to all things
I breathe
Clear my mind
Become a place at rest
Beacons complement
One to guide
One to illumine
The fog competes
Beacons diminished
So blares the horn
What those of the sea
Cannot see
They hear
Don’t stand too close!
Above
A half moon
Below
Constellations of daisies
Quiver in the dewy grass
Between
The tower seeks
A delinquent sun
On a morning ruled by mist
I came for sunrise
Woke early for
Golden hour glory
Instead, the fog
Cast a shroud
A pall upon the morning
Patience
The sun will out
And so it did
A moment, perhaps
More glorious
Than the moment sought
Expectation
Patience
Adaptation
All lines of inquiry converge
On a distant portal of glass
Beyond which a tunnel continues
Deeper than I can see
Offering a promise of The Infinite
A burst of colour
Breathes life
Into a space
Of regimental order
The beauty I imbue
On moments and places
Of small consequence
Arises from my appreciation
For the beauty in all things
I paddle out onto the calm sea
Despite the listless surf
Rather, no
Because of it
I love the thrill of catching a wave
The feel of the board cutting through the water
The acceleration as the curl builds
And, yes
Even the tumult
When the sea punishes me
For my errors
But I love too
The moments between waves
The calm quiet introspection
Gentle swells sway me
An ocean hammock in the breeze
Take a deep breath
And another
Feel my resting heart beat
In a state of peace
Here am I
Rapt in my own presence
In time with the rhythm
Of nature
Some days
I prefer these long deep breaths
Over the exhilaration
Of a racing heart
So I paddle out
Sit with my being for a while
Then paddle back in
At peace with the world
And myself
I wait my turn
Impatient
For the opportunity
To challenge
The sky
Leave the storm sodden Earth
Rise into the promise
Of light
Breaking through the cloud
But why?
Why wait?
Is not the sky
Beckoning?
Are these not wings
To lift me?
There is no control tower
No queue for the runway
My hand rests
On the throttle
All that’s needed
Is the will to engage
The engines
He’d always start the day
In the ocean
With a board
And the waves
The water was always cold
Often too the air
Grey skies the norm
The sea like slate
But every wave
Was a band of colour
In a rainbow
That became his day