There is a place to hold yourself still
In the tranquillity of emptiness a little longer
Yet to be aware of the little gush of foamy water that surrounds your knee
As the sand beneath your feet nudges you firm on the salt laden banks
There is a place to allow yourself to drift
Into the curling waves. Joining, entering, blending
Drifting slowly to meet the mighty oceans
Into a wave of cosmic energy that connects the horizon
There is a place to look out into the night
As you walk quite, on the terrace
An owl flies past with its catch of darkness in its claws
You look mesmerized at the flapping of three lives
There is a place for intimacy
To know your pain
Of mingled pigmentation of time, events, silence and stillness
To stumble each into each without any harmless intentions
There is a place to smile and not know the smile
As you look out into the still of midnight blue
Drifting into a dream of fleeting sacred clouds
Of childhood memories, flying kites on clear windy skies
There is a place to undress
To take off layers of accumulated memory
Looking at the impressions of grotesque folds of flab on the mirror
The act of undressing the robes of time that falls in folds on the floor
There is a place to make love
Through the pain that stumbles
The fallible heart of grief that tugs in the wind
Tempestuously on the staff that tells you, others have treaded this path before
There is a place to drop down your bags
Enough of backpacking with the soaps and toothbrush and floss
Sinking into the fluffy pillow
Bringing the carless laziness of nothingness to timid acknowledgment
There is a place to breath. Slowly. In and out
Of life other than that it is
To stop to be open to this moment of harmless intentions
Of love that lifts your heart to intimately dissolve the grief that has been
There is a place to be still
To silently watch the orange sun
Sink inch by inch into the large ocean waves that connect the world
As you go back to your heart that is home to the whispered joy of emptiness
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