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CALL OF THE SEA

Ubiquitous is the voice of the Sea
in the steady raindrops'
beating of the leaky roof's
peachcan drum...
in the trickle of
spring's melting snow
..
in the brook's cheery chirping
wintershaking
as he seaward faster flows

in summer's lightning
and rainpour
in the waterfall's awesome roar

in powerful Mississippi's silent murmur
in the portal waves' omkar*

Millennial temple to Poseidon
stands on his shores..
its granite rectangles
crumbling.. while His
pourable Blueness remains.

Rockgirt tide pools,
and bonegirt eye depths
remind us of Him.

Down from his heights
His Royal Lowness Piscean
calls
his brother
Capricorn
From her crystallized opposition
with the magnetism of His
limitless pull
He calls Mother Earth.

How does he heal? the sea?
With his lowlying humility?
Proud rivers must stoop
to take padnamaskar.
In every conch shell
hear his gulls.
In every place where
lovewaters gather and pool..
hear his call..
summoning all to his
vastness his majesty

Sooner or later every drop
will
rush to His call.

(to the 12th chamber in everyone's
soul mansion)
* based on Baba's sentence
(to the Avatar and all His children drops)
(padnamaskar: touching the feet of the Guru)

COBBLER

I cobbled the street,
said the stone.
I cobbled the sea,
said the wind.
I made the wind
so I cobbled the sea,
said God.

SCHUYLKILL

The Schuylkill
does no fish schools kill
When she encounters a rock
the river never stops
never stops growing
.. she keeps rising
or seeping....or flowing
Past banks flowering she will flow
.. she will arrive
.. to merge in her Love, the Sea
and In him in joy to dive

DONEGALWAY

So many sires
he had in Donegal
.. so many
foremothers in Galway
..he was
made of
Donegalway
...in every
cell of his being
called the sea
to itself

DORIES ANCHOR

Quiet Peace of Eve
Fishing dories
anchor against the lapping pier
Grateful are fishes.

POSEIDON TEMPLE

Millennia ago
sealovers built
to Poseidon
a temple by the
sea..
they hoped
it might outlast the sea..
with its marble pillars
by the sea's wave pillows
with its rockhard stability
..and unfishy sterility
by the sea's
ancient senility..
As it has crumbled
into seagirting sand
it seems to have
multiplied everywhere..
in blue wavewashed tidal pools
..(resembling blue eyes
set within noble brows)
.. they lead
to their master:
the Sea Eternal

GULL STACCATO'D

He says the sea
forever chants omkar
as she abides
reflecting the stars..
.. gull staccato'd
.. their screams counterpoint
her invulnerable ananda.

NOT THE BOAT

we are not the boat
.. we are the sea

SEACHARGE

The sea
charges the shore
and withdraws
to charge some more.

NEPTUNE'S HAIR

Neptune's hair
its wavelet strands
melted the castles
in the sands
but further inland
with his tidal hand
sent coconuts
onto the shining sands
which have become
a palm tree stand

MERE'S MIRRORS

A storm tossed sea reflects
a fractured Sun
as if God were chaotic

The silent ocean
of no motion

mirrors God's miracles
and mercy..
in the mere.
Even those moored
on the shore
harvest the bliss.

SERMON OF THE SEA

What is the silent sermon
of the sea
she bequeaths to each mermaid and merman
she in seaweed wreathes.
What is her legacy
in each leg of the sea?
Accept all lonely rivers..
Don't strive.. just be
Offer your self to God the Sun
Be at peace beneath
gulls' staccato shrieks.

WHAT ARE THE THISTLE'S EPISTLES

Merely let go of your seeds
and the wind will scatter them
the rain will enkindle them
the sun will lift them

DIRECTOR'S CHAIR

Pat asked God who her
teacher was and was
given a vision
of a director's chair
facing the ocean.

Perhaps it meant
only Her who can
control
the ocean's roll
or Him who can walk
on the sea's liquid
scroll

DREAM OF PIER

She walked to the edge
of the pier.. the
Sea of God beckoned
to her.. but she could
not bring the discs
she clasped in her
hand with her..
and sadly turned around
.. never mind.. there will
come a time
when her strongest urge
is with God to merge

SEA CRASHING UPON ROCKS

We do not always want
the sea
to be at peace
.. or to be specific
we don't always want
a pacific Pacific

at times we want to
stand on a mountain
above
and watch the waves
crash upon the rocks
.. the sound is
shakti itself

SEANILE

Where to salt water
turns the sweet
Where aqua becomes
royal navy blue
Where robins slowly
become sea gulls
And the linear
to spherical
gives sway

is where the
sea is wed
to Nile..
Some thought
the Nile
was senile..
but he was far beyond
earth's cares
merged in the ecstasy
.. of the ebbtide sea
.. only a murmuring
to say where he'd merged

POSEIDON TEMPLE THREE

Atop the Poseidon temple
by the sea...
were windows in its pediment.
To the thrilling sight smell
and sound of the sea
they were not an impediment.