The Sea

(tsunami wave courtesy univ. of Oregon)

This morning I sit atop a frosty hill
the earth is locked in her wintery dream
she and her beloved move in familiar
circles all through her
chasing and ducking and moving
and keeping....
she and he whisper together that the time is coming
the world is turning
we are forging a new voice
a new heart
a new way....and
unfolding this bit of shimmering cloth
like the Maji unveiled their gifts with such reverence and love
and which holds such a great secret.....
Come, see; there is such rich beauty here.
For one moment dare to consider
that all the old arguments and worries
could vanish in this one moment
or be placed on a boat and sent out to sea.
This is the alchemy
these are some of the keys strewn with loving care
throughout all of Nature.

I return to this shore over and over
it is the place of the first kiss
where ocean meets her boundaried self of sandy beach
where ocean aches to touch her
landself
to envelope him in her calm
excited
trembling
exhale
to know deep within her waterself
that his hands will be upon her
as she slips through them
showing him the wonder of her
the shape of her beautiful intention,
and feeling the bliss of his presence,
which ennervates
and stirs
and froths
and brings to life
this ancient song
this noble yearning
this subtle turning
of lifes longing for itself...
she finds herself home within him
and herself....

We chose to be divided out
but now that division
seeks reunion
with that which was never truly seperate
on the one hand.

Is it that we were gifted with individuality
that we get so caught up in the semantics of duality?
What if we are BOTH individual AND Indivisible?
But wondering this
I turn to you
and bid you to swim through my rocky corridors
and fill me with just what you are
which is perfect in every possible way.
My thirst for you remains total
even in the midst of your great abundant
indivisibility
and fertile possibility...