Despite the storm
and rough unanswerable seas,
with night sky like smoke and vapor,
we take our bearings
from the pulse of tide
perceiving signals amidst a fury.
Knowing from within
where the stars are pointing,
moving forward by inner light.
Despite the storm
and rough unanswerable seas,
with night sky like smoke and vapor,
we take our bearings
from the pulse of tide
perceiving signals amidst a fury.
Knowing from within
where the stars are pointing,
moving forward by inner light.
blessed be the heart as sexton to navigate us through the dark waters…
it appears to be a skill that is earned through a certain effort and diligence never the less …
Navigation by Mother… always the best Journey. This ol’ sailor loves the Brilliance of your Reflection in his long glass.
This poem speaks to my heart.I am a young student, learning to trust the “inner light” with each passing year.
Beautiful poem, Don.
In my experience, moving forward by inner light is a life-long discipline rather than a skill I once longed to attain. The imperfection of my listening, no matter how sincere, keeps me attentive in the moment.
“the imperfection of my listening” i can relate — as that imperfection is the raw fuel behind the curiosity animating my learning.
Attuning our senses to our inner light amist these stormy conditions takes diligence & a large love for the stars, the tides & the One who created all things. Thank you for your beautiful poem!
Don . .by diving into your poem, I strongly feel the ever present power of my inner light increased, welcoming the storms to dance with me, within
my movement of presence. Thank You.
As a high desert dweller, the only pulse of tides I know is in my own blood. It’s enough for now because it means I’m alive and willing to take the next step. Hiking the rough terrain that surrounds nowadays, my inner light keeps me safe from wylie coyotes, tumbleweeds, and prairie dog holes of life.