Saturday, June 29, 2013

to catch a fish

beak with basket

Back to the Sea

I want to go back to the sea
where light and dark are one
- where I'm free, where I'm from,

a tiny creature live one marvelous moment
or a big one snapping up the little,
back to sheltering caves and reefs,

to sea waits and wiggles
where the will to be (not greed)
trumps right and wrong.

The sea sings, ‘the one who doesn't know me is an orphan.'

Thursday, February 14, 2013

in synch

Middle Way

I have found beginnings
of my middle way,
coming round full circle
after touring the world
in many pieces
and putting them together.
I can see truth and wisdom
on paths I believed
opposed my own;
what seemed contrary
belongs now in my larger world

where, almost surprised
I find myself centered,
somebody at home.