Apr 01 2008
Rusing Waves
Don’t take this poem as encouragement to dive in the surf — it’s still too cold!
“Rush Waves”
Just returned from the beach
Where my shepherd sprinted
After sea birds that tempted
Her to rush waves at dawn.
How to measure now,
Not threatened by past or
Anxious about future,
To be promise unfolding?
The secret is to be still,
Hear the silence surrounding
Beneath sound cacophony,
Take time to lose one’s mind,
Un-grasp what is held tightly,
Be mad in consciousness - wake,
Discover how shepherd feels
On a brisk morning in surf.
