As the Waves Meet the Shore
The line between the hard and soft, the rigid and the fluid and how they meet and merge.
The Red Cross
The Gods of all Religions
Lured us to the Water
To be consumed
In one translucent jade gulp
We no longer love the Sea
But still we pray.
Lured us to the Water
To be consumed
In one translucent jade gulp
We no longer love the Sea
But still we pray.
The Grey Line
The grey line is the first divide
From which all polarities
Disputes and territories
Insides and outsides
Begin and End.
The line within, cut at birth Separates,
Until that final rising ebbing tide
Erases all lines,
Back into eternity.
From which all polarities
Disputes and territories
Insides and outsides
Begin and End.
The line within, cut at birth Separates,
Until that final rising ebbing tide
Erases all lines,
Back into eternity.
Boulders
Boulders,
Shoulder to shoulder
Like thoughts that bump
Up against each other’s hardness
In the fluid depths.
These submerged stones,
Rock solid; soften
Into whispered rubbing.
Conversation that reshapes
Each lump, becoming
Silt.
Shoulder to shoulder
Like thoughts that bump
Up against each other’s hardness
In the fluid depths.
These submerged stones,
Rock solid; soften
Into whispered rubbing.
Conversation that reshapes
Each lump, becoming
Silt.