To know only storm is to miss the morning sea
before the rising warmth lifts a breeze;
the same with calm if that is your demand
for then how will you join the wind in all its glory?
The ebb gathers force hour by hour
chasing invisible moon across the sky
while otters wobble down the rock like lumbering dogs
until they slip into the sea with the grace of a fish.
My body slowly leaves me, turning back to elementals
until I reach the new born babe shitting joyfully
with the bright flame of inner self unguarded.
Why cling to what is passing, who I am always returns.
Slowly I stumble down the rocky slope
until the water takes me and I dive.