For LP

Perhaps we are riding the moon’s path
along the sea edge,
where things are less clear
and more alive?

My heart, as full as the sea,
follows the shoreline with certainty,
for here is a path drawn by desire -
a route touched by your darkness,
and mine.

Lit up by her generosity,
touched by the light of strangers,
together with the old smile of wrinkled mountains
and all the living beings multiplying.

Something special grows in the emptiness -
not innocence returned -
but wholeness,

this night

This Day

on which so many doors fall open

Let go!

The ocean ever rushes in to fill space revealed
with unforced irrepressible energy.

We can no more control a life's story
than we can command the animals,
or hold back the tides,
or ordain the fated meetings of the world.
The door only opens at the right time.

Instead, receive the gifts of sea-change:
take the moon-lit path along the shore
and meet what's fresh returning.
At one with desires of earth,
awake to everything that's growing.

The mountain smiles.
She knows
it’s more than time alone
heals shattered pieces:
it is the gift of other beings.

For suffering dissolves
into the fullness of night,
with the memory that the dark bright night
shines with love.

May all have eyes to see, ears to hear,

this night -

as full as the sea -

beyond sense and naming.


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