OCEAN FLOW

the simple act of reciting words with pen on book

wanderings for the journey:

“wont you take me along?”

the flow does not pause for answers

it continues on for the all

to hitch a ride

under wet shore bright skies

waves breaking

revealing that certain simplicity

where nothing appears

but the many Truths

fusing together

this union of tides

as with each rush of sea

so with each breath of air,

another pact is built for another eternity,

continuously,

humbly without knowing

and these trails sweep on,

forming uncertain paths rushing into one another,

watering the senses,

sparks of power

soundlessly moving

one without time

overflowing from the knowledge

these water waves form the voyage

as these visions will return to their source

and all that fingers touch

is the flesh of this mixture,

hands resembling lovers,

for they have been cleansed once again

by life forces echoing,

everywhere, then nowhere,

then beginning again

Seabright, N.J.

6/3/73