Sea Journeys

The sea

THE SEA

 

The pull is so strong we will not believe
the drawing tide is meant for us,
I mean the gift, the sea,
the place where all the rivers meet.

 

Easy to forget,
how the great receiving depth
untamed by what we need
needs only what will flow its way.

 

Easy to feel so far away
and the body so old
it might not even stand the touch.

 

But what would that be like
feeling the tide rise
out of the numbness inside
toward the place to which we go
washing over our worries of money,
the illusion of being ahead,
the grief of being behind,
our limbs young
rising from such a depth?

 

What would that be like
even in this century
driving toward work with the others,
moving down the roads
among the thousands swimming upstream,
as if growing toward arrival,
feeling the currents of the great desire,
carrying time toward tomorrow?

 

Tomorrow seen today, for itself,
the sea where all the rivers meet, unbound,
unbroken for a thousand miles, the surface
of a great silence, the movement of a moment
left completely to itself, to find ourselves adrift,
safe in our unknowing, our very own,
our great tide, our great receiving, our

 

wordless, fiery, unspoken,
hardly remembered, gift of true longing.

 

~ David Whyte ~

 

(Where Many Rivers Meet)

Sailing

"As the miles bubble under the keel, sailors seem to shed skins one after another until the scales so nescessary for living in crowded cities and towns drop away, leaving just the human creature all but naked under the stars. For most, once those scales are gone, they never grow back quite as thick and hard as they once were"
George Day "Sailing in Thin Water"