What a delight it is to be here
drinking in the ocean air—
the breeze, waves, seagulls
creating that orchestral sound
familiar to my youth,
having grown up within minutes
of the Pacific, the rhythm
of salt water crashing, foam
creeping its way forward and back.
This is the external manifestation of
internal patterns so often neglected.
How we gravitate to these meditative
presentations, drawing deep into the
reality of our own coming and going,
surrendering the extemporaneous need
for control in favor of the transcendent
tidal flow.
The Unspeaking Center 