An Ocean Communes With Me

I sit in my car at the cliffs this night profound,

the vast All One Ocean before me, a half Moon

drifting through the gauze of cloud above—

& not a star

As always, I am drawn, to the jagged edge of our world,

this need that brims once again to pour out excess of self—

So often have I come before the deep, in sadness, in anguish,

in troubled moments, in loneliness & in crisis.

So often have I come before the ancient, great soul, in abandonment,

cast into this Earthly pen, this human pit bloody with turmoil.

I have come times to heave the heavy heart sigh—

Before the Pacific wise one, so often have I asked, Why? & Why?

So often have I come to seek an answer for the elusive love

I could not find.

So often have I come to address the supremely patient one

who listens,

and I have come times to say, Thank you so much.

Into those cold, dark, whispering, ever-changing, but deathless waters

have I pondered, searched, given myself,

and so receptive & understanding is the wise, ancient Ocean,

equal to all that we might address to it,

it is almost as if living, almost as if conscious

—more than conscious.

Should I say, as I have said before,

as if it were—Goddess?

And She calls me, I am called to come closer—

So I open my car door, and out of my car, I step;

into Her presence I step & walk & continue to reflect

along Her cliffs,

the faithful Moon still drifting above.

And the pulse of the tide is in my ears,

it rocks me like a child is rocked, and like a child I listen,

and I know now Ocean is mother & teacher of the many moods

we are.

And if we listen enough, open our eyes enough, there is

more—

The Vision of a lifetime,

that I believe will live on after I am gone,

was born here.

I say, within the ancient, great one Visions are born,

deathless, as is the deathless.

In the distance, the glittering beads of light of Monterey

come to me out of a dream of 20 some years ago

when I first saw them from Highway 17,

that day I was destined to settle in The Cruz,

destined to stand here, at the jagged edge of our world,

destined to witness a child born of the Creative Divine.

So vast & powerful is mother Ocean, I think for some reason

of space,

and I perceive now I am looking upon another world,

a more conscious world than ours has become,

where an Ocean

communes with me.

West Cliff Drive

Santa Cruz

March 1998