Ross McKeachie
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...