On a grey day
I learn gratitude
For lessons of darkness
Which made of me a man
Who finds light
In the littlest things
Like discovering the harmony
In discord
Like finding the order
Underlying chaos
So that all the world
Alien and familiar
Becomes more beautiful
I understand
How the soft
Is stronger
Than the hard
The rugged land
A windward lee
And as the ripples
Lap the shore
The air, it riffles
Through my hair
Now calm descends
Upon my brow
My heart
In gentle rhythm
With the waves
Sun warms my face
This life like art
No better hand
Could wield a brush
Paint such perfection
On my soul
Never leaving the earth
But detached from it
Gone from ground
I reach
Beyond myself
Flutter in the wind
Adrift in the sky
Lost to god
While a mystery
Perfectly perceived
Remains a mystery
The cormorant dives deep
But must wait for its feathers to dry
Before it can fly again
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