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.

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

A tiny fish, live one marvelous moment
or a big one, snapping up the little.
The sea sings, ‘the one who doesn’t know me is an orphan.’

I want to find the deepest space

listen to the sounds rising,
grow my wings.

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