Waiting in my memory
Its gentle waves are calling me
For I was cut from eroding shore
To oceans edge for evermore
Never a sight had crossed my eyes
So vast a nexus, land and sky
and sea. Transfixed so there I stood
In briny sand and drifting wood
While still, each visage yet untamed,
Each piece of wood, not one the same.
To touch them all, I sought to soothe
With salted kisses, lay them smooth
There among the writhing forms
I walked barefoot and weather worn
While each piece begged my presence stay,
Another hurried me on my way
What could quench this thirsting gaze,
Lo, is all for destination’s sake?
I beg for but a moment longer,
for all these twisting paths to ponder
I too am driftwood on the beach
A wilting flower within your reach
One day You’ll have me by Your side
and unbury my waiting rings of time
What a wonderful poem! One of the better ones I’ve read in a long time.
Thank you so much Melissa!…truly.
Very beautiful!
Thanks Chris!
I have attempted similar trajectory of thoughts , early on in my quest, when i didn’t quite know which was the ocean….
Bodies of water’— a dream
I walk along the bank of trance
giving reality another chance
While images just swirl and dance
I come across a spring so sweet
And dip in it my youthful feet
Its coolness calms my raging heat
Then on my way along a rook
I turn a stone at every nook
Glancing back to every look
I rush under a waterfall
It wets me, cleans me, holds enthrall
I gasp for breath, I haul, I crawl
To the river beneath, where I must float
Sweeping clear of trench and moat
To swim abreast, my breath devote
As I ashore, I tire and pain
My wrinkled brow unveils complain
rain in my eyes, I try restrain
I sit reflecting by a pond
Two eyes look back, with questions awned
And I feel with them a kindred bond
Can I stay here a moment more?
To unravel my battered core
Ignoring that my heart implore
But the ocean beckons me to hail
And the oceans call I must not fail
May waves I ride, may tide I sail.
So I take off and dive the sea
I lose my ‘I’, I lose my ‘me’
And that’s when I wake to reality.
Nov 1, 2013
This is lovely Arshia… knowledge breaks the surface of ego, when we take to self-awareness. It reminds me of the Lion and the Hare in Maulana’s Masthnavi. The lion looks into the well, to see his own enemy – which, as his own reflection, embodies his own attributes – and in that moment, his soul is glass and he leaps at the reflection and disappears with the destruction of ego.