A Poet's Vision Quest for Beauty, Magic and Infinite Grace

A Poet's Vision Quest for Beauty, Magic and Infinite Grace

Sunday, August 30, 2015

THE GREAT WAVES

We saw the great waves 
& it was like a miracle, like the ending 
& beginning of the world, we stood naked 
on the endless white sand & let the wind 
cleanse our bodies, we were young, we were perfect, 
we were free, & before us endless in roar & surf 
rose the great waters, the waves of prophecy 
& long journey's desire, we danced as we had 
never before danced, wild, ecstatic, our limbs alive 
with the Cosmos & the rhythms of rapture & delight, 
in joy we lay down beside the ancient driftwood 
& made wild glorious love, sacred in its intensity 
& fervour, our heartbeats became the world & burst 
into the sunlight that scattered in spiralling galaxies 
across the waves, we knew we were born, & reborn, 
& born again, that the great sea drenched world 
accepted us, that the Great Mother raised 
her deep ocean arms, mystic with Visions 
& storms of dreams yet to be...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...