The moon is FULL
And a strange unfamiliar peace overtakes me
Banks filled to overflowing
A warm comfort roils the turmoil already within all the more
Battered by the Sea
Deception’s self-assured lines eroding
As the awash recedes…
Reluctantly drawn out into open ‘see’
Despite the struggle…the pull too strong
Set adrift no ‘sure’ in sight
Nothing
Of anything
That was…
Left to stand on
Flotsam and jetsam dispersing in the expanse
Let go of everything
To tread water
Master surveys in silence
So I speak to the invisible in newfound faith
“so this…”
“this is your Shalom?”
So often written and spoken of
This stillness
This calm
Amidst the struggle a soothing balm
Tender gentle rolling swells
Undulating waves of empathy
Washing clean
Bundled up in unseen plush terry cloths of Love
Assured of being ‘sure,’ no longer afraid to serve
Behold Your Sun is rising…as I diminish
There can be no denying
Ego evaporating into mist
Carried on a gentle whisper of a breeze
Not knowing where nor when
Thoughts shall again condense into solidity
Words to rain down
And do it again
Continue to pour
Till You say “when”
Or the flesh…
no longer a hindrance
Anthony Gomez/Oneagleswings
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