The things that I feel often resonate


With a similar, familiar wave.

To find ones self, congruent, supplementary,

Complimentary, and alone.

The collected myths to be renewed,

The knowing of one’s people to be pursued.

Shedding the skins of past lives

Seeking a soul’s delight.

Sliding O so gently

Into the darkening of the light.


Shaman

If there be a goal or a purpose to be

Let it be far from the matrix

Yet close to the sea

As far from the din

As quiet can be

Found in safe harbor

With god’s company.



To find as a child

One’s own heart’s delight

With reason suspended

Turning dark into light.



Where millions of birds dance

With the wave of a wand

And I sit there breathless

To delight on the strand.



For what is work

If not worship

A time yet to be

A note in a bottle

Awash on the sea



A touch of the hand

Warmth of the eye

A sweetness of breath

Wiping tears long gone by.



Suspended in time

Where the orbits recede

Dreaming of tides

Rolling in with their need.



I watch from a rock

Alone in a dream

To one day awake

Aware in the stream.





Zman Aug 2007 Mary’s Point