Oh bright star in a northern sea As I wipe away the tears that once held me
I think that maybe what I see From that bright star in front of me In that land by a northern sea Was never intended to be a star at all
Oh what could it be In that land by a northern sea Is it the twin star Sirius trying to fool me For the brightest star, I’ve ever seen in a northern sea is Polaris For if not what could it be In that land by a northern sea.
Once upon a dream in a time not long ago while sailing the dark silent sea in the vicinity of the constellation Crux which harbors the Southern Cross, our pilgrim found himself immersed in unwritten words, wordless readings, and silent teachings, for he now understood that nature is the true teacher in all of our ways of understanding words. The true understanding of what he read enveloped and afforded him the real test of insight, what he called intuition, instinct, a sixth sense.
The stuff of the mind can be calm in one instance and treatuous in another just like the river, beneath the surface, are rip currents wanting to pull the flow of water under into opposite directions much like the way the currents in the mind work. Indeed some drown in these waters never to be heard from again while others embrace themselves in timeless fluidity.
And where do we go next oh great ocean? Will we find our Pilgrim circumnavigating just as assuredly as brave Magellan did in days of old? Why none other than the cosmic ocean the same one where Vishnu dreams the universe into being for isn’t that what we’re doing, dreaming our lives into being. So we set sail in a boat made of dreams through an ocean made of stardust to the other shore as the backdrop of our lives slowly disappears into oblivion and the next adventure unfolds.
I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor
Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift Continue reading Sail On, Sailor
“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all,” -Richard Wright
In an old damp cave or a treasure chest under the sea, scattered amongst pages, worn out pencils and to-do list, I’ve collected fragments of writing without a home, with no prospects in sight. These words are to the point and do not own any lavish pretenses of grandeur. They simply speak their truth as directly as possible, such as the truth a child will convey out of sheer innocence.Continue reading Echo’s In The Dark- Words
Letters travel across a blue ocean Ascending toward the zenith of the heart Fluidity gives meaning between words A continuous song from the misty sea In between the meaning is heaven’s gate Where Andromeda keeps her watch Stones set on the land to chart our course A beacon of ancient light before light ever was I hear a blackbird sing upon arrival Continue reading Across A Blue Ocean
Hold on to the thread The currents will shift Glide me towards You know something’s left And we’re all allowed To dream of the next, Oh the next time we touch -Pearl Jam, OceansContinue reading Oceans (in 5 Acts)