Wednesday, January 20, 2016

so here I am at land's end

gray roiling clouds and wet winds

off the sea and sky

ready to go deeper

into the darkness until I come out

the other side into eternal Light

no Viking breastplate nor

a common wetsuit

as though I'd dive for pearls or treasure

just the shaky raft leading me

to what edge of seasickness

here at land's end

another fool trying to remember

what the Infinite is about and trembling....

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