Winds pick up,
trouble the sea,
clouds lower the sky.
Where tide meets wind
the sea rolls in waves
as thought follows feeling.
Silence sharpens the mind,
stillness quiets the heart.
Focused like a tree
I gather the earth within,
and silently I rise.
photograph by Willard Walch
Reading of “Where Wind Meets Tide” with music by Van Morrison
Don: Your words capture my experience when spending several months by the sea. It restores the soul.
What I’m hearing in these elemental words of yours, Don, invites this notion: When my mindful thoughts peacefully follow a quieted Heart, then my ‘Earth-Within’ can ably gather amid the silent risings of Life’s creative cycles anew! Peace, My Heart, BE Still …
I’m hopeful when i start to read. We’ve got two elementary forces here: tides and the wind.
So, bim, bam, boom. This is working as advertised – a spyglass on nature.
Ah, the final stanza … I’d run that one through the Poemizer (TM) one
more time.
Don, I am having the extraordinary pleasure of enjoying your prose/poetry by way of my cousin Robert Able.
Focus and freedom. Form and immanence. Love it.
Don, nice to enjoy this poem in the company of Jay S. this weekend. And to do so in a beautiful Maryland spot. Thanks.