Wednesday, February 09, 2005


Near Burke's Beach at Low Tide 2003

Flow to me, through me, and
Return again.

I am this water, rock, reed, this churning
Towards my own level, both above
And below.

I am all things-In my unknowing,
I am nothing when lost inside my surety.


Blogger Meredith said...

In this beautiful poem you capture the feeling of the tide, with its flow and current, and your own non-separateness with the very water, rock, and reed. You, the drop, merges with the wave.

Delicately simple. Thank you.

2:01 AM  
Blogger Trev Diesel said...

"The motion of nature
is cyclic and returning.
Its way is to yield,
for to yield is to become.
All things are born of being;
being is born of non-being."
(Tao te Ching, #40)

5:13 PM  

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