235. Waves (Myshkin, 2022) · couplets

There’s poetry in me again, and still… All obligations that I must fulfill Are briefly intercepted by the now I won the why, but couldn’t tell you how. It starts, I guess, with daily sitting down And dying to all things, and leaving town— The busy bustle of a mainstream street Where comfort, shame and daily hustle meet... What’s not to love about an ocean wave? I didn’t know I had a soul to save Until the foamy white and rolling blue Declared that I had nothing more to do But be here now. And now. And let love in. I’m ready for this new life to begin Where every stranger is a Godly gift My mind begins to yield and heart to shift Towards the I-thou word that shapes the path Away from separation’s lonely math… Big sigh. Now what? I’m longing for the longing: The key to liberation and belonging?