In the Near Distance

why do you torment me?
why do you tease me?
stalk me, chase me,
as I run away from your duress,
that's always too much to bear?
and then,
when I find myself
rooted
in the stoned silence
between hushes,
you catch me unawares,
your waters breaking
all over me,
taking me to a reverie,
and yet sometimes,
just leaving
my orphaned toes,
yearning for that one brush
of elusive closeness,
still taunting me,
drawing me,
into your heaving bosom
in the distance;

and I remember how
the moon makes waves
all the time,
being herself
in the near distance.

The Way

and I watch them go,
as I watch the waves
parting
from the stolid shore,
knowing that they leave
but not knowing
when they will return
in another form,
revealing the ground
that appears
for me to walk on now,
as I take the next step,
only the next one,
into the emptiness
of walking with myself,
alone.

They Belong to You

and when I felt the waves
rise and fall inside me,
a rhythmic contraction and release
that drew me time and again
to their unequivocal presence,
I didn't realise
they were calling out
to their Mother,
who gathered them happily
in one fell swoop,
into her large bosom,
as I stood before her
and smiled and bowed,
saying to myself,
"they belong to you."

Waves - Of Love and Letting Go

and I raged and rushed
in an endless rapture,
to kiss the blushing shore
and carry her with me
in one timeless embrace,
until it was time
to quietly let go.

Connection

and while I walked
along the water's edge,
I watched the ocean
let go of
wave after wave,
as each crashed
to its end
along an unrequited shore;
and I wondered
how she did that
tirelessly,
and as I sat down
and picked up
a fistful of sand,
only to let it fly
through my fingers
and into the wind,
I saw the world
of love -
of sand and waves,
clouds and sky
and a lone soul like me
upon an empty beach,
touching each other
through each other, 
connected, entangled,
in an intricate dance
of worlds within worlds.

Swell

and I thought
it was time
to empty myself
with the fullness
of the moon,
until I found
my being swell
with every ebb;
fullness is a name
we choose
to adorn
what cannot be named,
what cannot be beautified -
the infinite vessel
which holds and feels
everything
to its brim,
and its ever-widening
lines and circles,
where I am reborn,
with every swell.

Waves

walking along the water's edge
where thoughts and emotions
crash as one wave
upon a silent shore,
where I learn the steps
of this timeless dance -
the coming
and the going,
the thrill of waiting
without waiting,
the emptiness
of a yearning -
a curtain drawn back,
slowly revealing
the hidden story
of a painful
parting of ways;
and in that moment
where time and space
stop for a rest
in your majestic form,
I feel you in me -
the last note
of a song I know
in my cells and sinews,
the messenger of silence,
the womb of a new beginning,
the ancient temple
where pilgrims like me
come to rest
on a tireless journey,
to hear a song
that we have forgotten
how to sing.

Blue Pearls of Joy

Joy -
a string
of blue pearls
rests
in the silent depths
of a dark ocean;

suddenly
broken,
scattered,
by a wave
of silence,
they rise....

iridescent
bubbles
effervesce
towards
the ethereal
blue light.

Power

the sea is calm
after overnight rain,
black and white sunrise -
where are the colours
of joy and pain
to proclaim?

waves rise, to
get swallowed
by the ocean -
unruffled.

stardust
settles in and
courses through
intricate veins;

distant supernovas
blow their conch
in the silent spaces
between cells;

waves rise again;
only to lose
their colour
and power,
to the reign
within.

when I own
my power,
I can give it away
to rest
in the quiet strength
of having nothing to do.

Desires

Desires
rise and fall -
boundless waves
seeking
an elusive shore;

Dropping
like  pennies
into a slot
for safe-keeping.

Collect. Remember.
Cherish. Own.

Desires
drive us
on our journey
within.

Beliefs

If only
beliefs
were fragile,
transient
sand castles -
built with love,
not hate,
on the sunny beaches
of time and space;
to be washed away
slowly and gently
by timeless waves,
that speak to us
of what is
real and alive....

The Water's Edge

I stand on the water's edge.
My footprints are but a smudge
on the contours of the dry sand -
an invisible trail
to where I am now.
My eyes dance towards the horizon,
trying to make sense of its elusive existence.
Where does the earth meet the sky?
Where can that invisible place be?
Blue waters and white foam
lap around my sinking feet,
bringing me back
to where I am now.
Rooted, grounded,
in the wet sands
of infinite possibilities...
I see foot marks now-
soon they will be washed away
by the endless waves of time,
to leave no trace of today.
There are no footprints
to leave behind or follow,
when I soak in the presence
of endless abundance
as I stand on the water's edge.