All at sea
The sails unfurl
I tac toward the shore
With a roar
Low in the Belly of the waves
Cutting water
Flinging spray.
My mind fills
My past reveals
My memory Moves
like mercury on rock
To these days
The fiction made fact days
. The Science idiot times
To tell my younger self
That I could not own life
That it spills through fingers
Nor chain love
For it and time are borrowed
Nor could I possess beauty
For age draws on skin
Casts a web of karmic sin
upon a pretty face.
What used to be
will Vanish With out trace.
Like a ship in winter
When the hurricanes blow
All of this will go
The sheer physics of it Will go
The very biology.
But in every second my
Senses shone in incandescent incarnation
Of the shear experience in it.
The very seeing by it
How bright it is!
To wake up briefly in this
Eternity and wonder in numinous awe
how deeply loving is the moment.
How eternal the immediacy of being.
By evening
my sails bloom
As the harbour light
Guides me home
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