Thursday, July 8, 2010

For Bruce

Breathing Sea

I am nothing
But a breathing sea
Washing in to samsara’s shores
Washing out to the dark and deep
Inhaling a draft of air
Exhaling what turned around
And came back.
What intelligence is this life?
The waves of my inspiration
Move like the sea through this world,
This body,
This suffering shell
That lingers till I wake

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