We navigated
The long night
To morning’s welcome
This new shore
Beckoning
Love
Is not limited in quantity or quality by
Time or space
But feel the beckoning
Which stirs my being
As if ’twas yesterday
Ancestral tribes departed her for land
I watch them
And wonder if they notice me
Or if I’d remember them
Without this photograph
Each of us in our discrete worlds
Beyond each other
I watch them
And know we’re all connected
Not just in that spiritual sense
But in the sense that one small event
In a place far far away
Can touch us all
I trundle along the escarpment
Of this thin edge of immensity
Immersed in the awe
Of all that I do not yet know
And the greater mystery
Of all that I will never know
Thus is the curse
And the beauty
Of consciousness
So I close my eyes
Breathe in deep
Until all that is fills me up
The sky
like a distant hope
The sea
is my rolling pain
The land
oh, it anchors soul
And I
hold the sky
Let the pain
roll away
Heel to land
find my soul
