In the dawning of time
man was no speck of dust,
not even a glimmer in Divine’s eye,
until life was breathed into light
and awareness into cellular dust,
fledgling gods dispatched to distant worlds
to wear foreign masks,
engage in sacrilegious battles
for wholeness and peace,
to conquer universes,
to love and give,
receive and forgive,
wage wars with self
and tear down walls of difference ,
fuel the sting of creation sorrow,
create that which is loved most,
send it soaring into freedom,
not knowing how or when it may return,
to fulfill the fate of immortal time
The sea like silken water with its triangular-peaked hills rising in front of me, neither relaxed or in a hurry, flows at a speed I wanted to experience. I paddled frantically, and suddenly, in a breath, the sensation changed from a pulling through the water to a force pushing onto the azul cliff crest. Then there was the perfect rush down, the fall, a thunder of water behind, a liquid slicing turn along green-blue scenery, a coal-less steam-powered train ride, the only energy nature’s.
In that breath, that ride, I remember that I too am part of this flowing life, and I shout out, thankful, singing, a prayer from within. Air rushes past, nothing else can matter, my body and mind are consumed by a few seconds. A delicious sensation, even the salty taste and scent as I inhale, smiling.
Seaside, I walk up the beach in adoration of nature. My soul feels like my body felt, like a rock being momentarily launched, skimmed over something deep and alive. And at the end of the ride, at the end of the moment, I sink into that which I love so much.