WING AWAY      

 
 
 
as gulf wind blows  
       it s fresh air flows  
soft  yet firm  
       around my solid  
sun kissed form  
       composed in part  
of all these  
       living cells i am  
guided by  
       same inner spark  
which guides this  
       greater universe  
we are all  
       so much more  
than just a part of  
       wherein this  
conscious slumber  
       of this outer
dance we do
        perhaps someday
well stumble  
       into our own
awakening  
       to an even
greater  inner truth  
       still waiting  
just beyond  
       so many deep  
entanglements  
       of our soulless  
servitude  
       to this desperate  
outer illusion  
       where it seems  
we have so  
       blindly sacrificed  
all sacredness  
       in life
yet even here now  
       as i stand upon  
this open beach  
       in the soothing peace  
of these precious  
       few  extended moments  
this subtle veil  
       of material blindness  
is temporarily  
       at least  
lifted just enough to see    
       as gulf wind blows  
it s fresh air flows  
       soft  yet firm  
around my solid  
       sun kissed form  
around these written words  
       laid down here  
from senses stirred  
       into feelings  
into thoughts  
       from daydreams  
that drift like wind  
       around all things  
here in  within  
       this open  lucid plane  
where brown pelicans glide  
       so gracefully by  
in perfect form  
       above me here  
through salty  
       coastal air  
so effortlessly  
       in silence  
the passing of  
       their knife like wings  
seems to slice  
       invisible lines  
long scalpel cuts  
       drawn wide across  
open sky s great  big  blue eye  
       where at times  
like now  it seems  
       as if my thoughts  
themselves  are little wings  
       which glide out  
from some unknown    
       more elusive realm  
of listening  yet  
       unthinking mind  
where in their silent flight  
       unseen  somehow  
they are transformed  
       into these words  
which gently land  
       upon this waiting page  
held here in my hand  
       as all these little lines  
of newly nested ink  
       may yet still fly  
somehow themselves  
       though in another sense  
as in the simple innocence  
       of their spontaneity  
or perhaps  as some vague link  
       between the things  
i sense and feel  
       intuit  know and think  
yet still beyond  
       all those things  
i only seek  
       and hope to reach  
some genuine    
       even if oblique  
impression of true communion  
       in my spirit s gentle union  
with the spirit of this place  
       where i now stand  
savoring the simple honesty  
       in this soft  wet flesh  
of sun warmed sand  
       here beneath me  
as each sweet kiss  
       each chorused caress  
of tideline s vital surge  
       sweeps up  from  
broken waves undone  
       to rush around my legs  
to quench my thirsting feet  
       so lovingly embracing me  
with nature s pure relief  
       as immediately    
i m reminded  
       this is just the remedy  
i ve needed all along  
       as nature here before me now  
and everywhere around me  
       so eagerly envelops me  
swallows me so whole  
       to gently wash  
most all my other  
       human cares and woes away  
to drown them all  
       off in some unknown    
deeper  loving ocean grave  
       far enough away from me  
perhaps never to return  
       yet still somehow  
i sense and know  
       i ll always hear  
and feel the inner siren s
       beck and call  
and longing pull  
       from and to
this special place  
       no matter where i am  
in this great big world  
       for every time i feel  
a sudden gust of wind  
     or even just
the slightest breeze  
       i m likely to remember  
all those countless days
       of waves and peace
i ve had down here    
       just like the one
i had today    
       where i can simply  
close my eyes  
       to feel  rejoice and savor  
all the wonderful  
       memories i ve had
and all those still
       as yet unknown
awaiting me up ahead
       to inwardly feel again  
whenever i recall  
       the sensuous
natural pleasures
       of them each and all
as gulf wind blows  
       it s fresh air flows
soft  yet firm
       around my solid  
sun kissed form
       where in time      
i know i ll hear and feel  
       that inner siren s
distant beck and call
       forever tugging
pulling at my soul  
       calling me back again  
back towards a simpler  
       more natural    
new beginning  
       back into essential  
healing  renewal  
       and reconnection  
back towards that  
       long forgotten truth  
of pure  authentic  
       unencumbered being  
which deep at heart  
       i know still yet  
i truly  
       am