Flesh witnessing water tumbling over stone
North wind breathing hard and chasing waves come crashing home
Eternal rhythm of rocks spitting foam
Sending whiteness skyward, outward into crannies as it roams.
Wave spilling over itself to greet each rock afresh
Weaving, heaving forward in a wet power press
To endure this ceaseless motion can the rocks alone contest
Stubborn ocean conversation, the one I love the best.
Me watching ancient daughters of mother earth converse
My hair flies as wind surges and so together purse
These three sisters in Nature’s song and ever endless verse
They have the power to cast a spell or dissolve a wicked curse.
When I am no longer standing watching from the shore
The waves will greet the rocks from now on till ever more
Realizations of Eternity, I too am Spirit at the Core
When I listen, I am present, in the NOW, not the after or before.