South wind breaks in waves
against the ebbing tide,
sunlight falls in shafts
on the rain-soaked shore.
As I follow the sea’s motion
anchors of permanence fall away,
weights of self-importance
drop like rusted cables.
With fresh current under my old boat
I point the bow toward open water,
and without regret, venture out
on the wind-swept sea.
Reading of “Rusted Cables” with music by Hermanos Gutierrez
Anchors fo permanence are indeed illusory.
G’day Don.
What a beautiful poem you have woven with the sea of impermanence.
It reminds me to let go of my arrogance that I’m in control of the flow of life. I choose not to stay rooted on the shore of the past, but to venture into the unknown of what will unfold.
You are a master storyteller.
In brotherhood I thank you and bless you for your wisdom.
~ know the feeling .. .. know the doing ~ thank you Don
Beautiful evocation—in the mosaic of sound there is internal balance & order…
Thank you, Don.
Letting go of what has been. Accepting changes in body and mind. Taking heart and being open to a new journey onto the open sea. Your poem provides perfect relevance for this old boat!
From one old boat to another, bless you for the wonderful imagery resulting from reading your words.
Only in the new of Fire can my karmic illusion drop in this present intensity to find our permanent heritage.
Your words are prophetic kind heart.
O how I thank the immensities for you Don! And I am glad you are still here with us on solid ground, emphasizing choices and metaphors in the poetry of rhythmic living — the four directions are open, and yea, more than that, when we don’t discount the unseen spheres. As for me I turn my back to the motion of the waves and the sea and set forth anew: “afoot and lively, I take to the open road” … “I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun.” Within these swirling spheres, as you go with the ebb tide and I go with the winds toward the mountains and plains, we are never far apart Brother — “missing me one place search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.” And we are proving this out in the poetry of our rhythmic living every day. db
Don, you’ve always been one to let go. Lovely expression of that today. – Love, Tom & Nancy
Very nice, Don!
I like this one
The open sea, the new horizon, openness is implied in this beautiful poem……………all is well, thank you, my friend!