OCEAN FLOW

simple acts of reciting 

words with pen on book

wanderings for a journey:

“wont you take me along?”

and that flow does not pause for answers,

it continues on 

writer hitches a ride

       under wet shore skies

       waves break     

       revealing that certain simplicity

       where nothing appears

       but the many Truths 

       fusing together 

    into a union of tides

       as with each rush of sea

       so with each breath of air,

       another pact builds for another eternity,

       continuously,

       humbly (without knowing)

      these trails go sweeping on

       forming uncertain paths rushing into one another

       watering the senses,

       sparks of power 

one without time 

       soundlessly moving  

       overflowing from an effortless knowledge

       these water waves form the voyage

       as these visions return to their source

 and all that fingers touch

 is the flesh of this mixture,

hands resembling lovers,

cleansed once again

by life forces echoing,

everywhere, then nowhere, 

then beginning again

Seabright, N.J.

6/3/73