The Rhythm of Nature's Beauty

Month of June

Time was night

Place, the beach

Stretching along and into the sea

Dark

Beautiful blanketing darkness

Wrapped round, opening through

Pearled net of starlight

“What am I doing?”

The thought

The aching tearing question

Screaming every cell in my body

“Who am I being?”

Something driving me

Like a cosmic hammer

Into the pain of seeing

The reality of my block-headed arrogance

Dressed in the cloth of a cocky 30-year old

A spiritual know-it-all

Fungus-minded flabbergasting fool

Bypassing the rhythm of Nature’s beauty

The gift of humiliation

Roar of tide on shore

Drowning in breaking wave of the one rolling sound

Her heartbeat pounding me into the sand

Until I split open like a wooden stake

Mother!

The Mother!

Answer to my prayers!

There is more than just waking up, knowing the Self

Praise be to all that is Holy!

I live now to worship and serve The Mother

Phewf!

At least that gives me some direction...