I am always drawn to the sea and have had the good fortune of living close to the sea these last fifteen years. Always a place of encounter…
The Turning Of The Tide
I want to go to the sea today
Taste the salt and smell the breeze
Hear the singing of the tides.
Ebb and flow, rise and fall.
Roar begins and falls again.
The swell is deep an deeper still
within. The echo of these seas.
The rhythms and riddles of the heart.
Again the rise and fall.
Again the ebb and flow.
Again the growing swell.
Movements of the heart.
Knowing I can’t hide
from the turning
of the tide.
Sometimes there are days when the mist lifts over the East and its like the opening of eyes and ears long closed. Its a new way of seeing………
First light, and there’s orange gardens, ragged
Patchwork of olive groves spread before me.
And behind? the rim of Sierra Nevada.
Encircled by misty blue snow-capped mountains
Creates this singing bowl.
Bark of distant dogs, bullfrogs
In these pastures of heaven.
Fragrance of jasmine, chatter of chaffinch.
As faintest breathe of breeze
softly wraps around my skin.
And light pours through these hills.
Multi -layered mountains ripple back
as far as eye can see to sea.
In early morning light flash of swift wing.
At last this singing bowl
Begins to sing. Awake
dawn chorus just
to bless this