Breakers

Look, the ocean hides a screaming madness

but it looks so serene until the waves rise up

and break, until the storm opens it up

and the primal force lets loose 

its dazzling roar and crashing surf,

then leaves us a foamy edge of silence

to watch as it dissolves into another 

kind of light.

From: Shorts: Short Poems

On How We Ramble

Unpub. MS p. 66

A Question Of Madness

No one has a right to say that no water babies exist 

till they have seen no water babies existing, which is, 

mind, quite a different thing from not seeing water babies.  

~Charles Kingsley

To awaken and then to disappear 

into something beautiful

saturates our hearts and minds with wonder.

Waves never go to the center of the sea.

The oceans do not forget that bearers of pain

find solace at the turbulent edge of the world.

The wind on the grasslands whispers to us

that everything possesses music,

but if you listen for it, you won’t hear it.

The failure to speak

in the voice of the invisible 

will render your heart barren of vision.

If never allowing for uncertainty,

for possibilities beyond light and darkness, 

then our spirits languish.

The question of madness is always present.

I would not argue against it being 

the highest form of intelligence.

From: Finding My Way: A Meandering Journey

Seeking the Sacred Mysteries

Through Memory, Time, and Place

2010 - Present

Unpub. MS p. 15