Winterland

thThe waves to me are home

The cold, my chi.

The wind my prayers

Scattered to the Four Corners.

 

Quietly nestled

Calmness runs through my veins

And memories blanket me

Like last night’s snow.

 

Peace on Earth

At least under my feet.

Illusion, possibly

Loosen grasping

And Be.

 

The waves crash on the

Breaker so stunningly crisp,

Each drop of percussion

Born from the elements.

 

Winter finally

Yet so alive

Horizon and sense

Seem to melt away

Until all that is left Is breath.

 

12/24/01

 

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