The Sea that Crests

thank you catherine, feeling held by the sea very much this week!

“but there is nothing false in fear
or fury
forceful is the fight
and freedom
yes, freedom
too
is fraught
full fraught
with rasping edges”

This speaks to me of the struggle between our fear of the unknown and the need to surreneder to swell of Universal Energy.  We part of that Ocean.  We are that Ocean.  And, as artists, we channel it too.  And though, on an intellectual level, we know “All is One,” our ego clings onto that sense of separation.  I think in order to “survive” in this world, we need to compartmentalize the Us and the Me.   When we are sensitive to our place in the Ocean,  we in a “no-man's land” between fear and surrender.  It's good to read your poetry again.

I like it…its interesting where I find not much poetry interesting..

I am sun-bleached driftwood

So quiet now,

Midmorning

And I still feel a bit dizzy

From night swimming

Fog horns across the bay

The blue phosphorescent cuts

Of crabbers laying their secret pots

The storm waves that lay them up;

So quiet now

And I had the most amazing dream

My feet in a gentle creek

Where salmon spawn

And I was the most glorious tree

you could ever imagine