When the Child calls
let her pull you in
(this time, at least)
Observe as she reaches for This Moment,
pulling it toward her, too
The sand, so different
there's a crunch-smoosh, crunch-smoosh
Each wave with its Name
& Spirit
The Beach! ... it is
Full of screams!
Shape shifting waters,
running, crashing, pulling,
each wave, pulling for Home
where all waves become One
after their brief lives, alone
(but not alone, really, were they?
This, the child knows)
And hot sand cools to warm sand &
wet & sticky sand
Sand crabs, broken shell
Sea gull, fetid smell
All awash in the freshest of breezes
(the Sea's is)
Maybe, a moment,
You will Live again
Play is just presence
The Child Within!
Who was with you, was you, all this time
(as wave with ocean)
Welcome back, my Friend!
Let's expect
More to come.
(Remember: He said,
You must be, He said,
Like the little children.)
2 comments:
I love this. I can say I've made a pretty good effort to be like the little children and been scolded pretty roundly for it by the big adults. Is it a radical gesture, to be like the little children?
Well, of course, there's also Wisdom. There is a difference between childlike and childish ... But you be the judge! Is anyone harmed by your being childlike? & Yes, I think it's quite radical to be childlike, but mostly radical, deeply radical for our Selves. Thanks, Jeff McMahon. (& please visit Jeff at True/Slant online.)
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