McKenzie Tantra

to flow with the frequency of waves
gentle, rolling, yes
even at times thrashing
even at other times, still

there is no goal here
only process—swimming
in waters of clear green beauty
intimate enough to buffer cold

for a while. I return to land—
creature of rocky heights, low
lying plains, central heat.
Dreaming harmonies.

P1020947 (600x800)Not to succeed, once and for all
since that is unknown in nature—
but to ride, surf, plunge in these waves
as the tide comes in, goes out, returns.

A subtle ecstasy arises, abides and
suddenly waves come rushing in, just
around my feet. A tiny crab nibbles.
I acknowledge, dive in again.

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