A New Poem: Patterns

 We are so fortunate to be in Hawaii long enough to get into a rhythm of daily life.  Such a gift to be here, and doing very little!

We settle in.

Morning rituals:

his walks, my writing,

daily divinations,

small offerings to

earth and sky.

Afternoon tea.

Sunsets.

Evening movies.

These are the patterns

we develop and

rest into, the rhythms

of the day.

There is comfort

in the consistency,

even knowing that

safety is nonsense.

Still, there is value

in the comfort of repetition,

as long as we do not

take any of it for granted,

as long as we know that

the security offered

by patterns is a treasure

of this moment only.

 We're in Hawaii, very close to Kealakekua Bay.  Much gratitude to our friends who sent us here.  This new poem is called A Beginning.

The dolphin pod swims into the bay

in the early morning.

A rainbow arcs across

the dawning sky.

The ocean is calm,

the air heavy.

This is a time of transition,

a liminal time in a liminal place.

It Is not meant for you

to be comfortable.

It is not for you only

to take and receive.

Offerings must be made.

Only an exchange is worthy

of the seeker.

Where the clouds touch the sea,

where the fire meets the water,

where the rocks climb to the heavens,

there you will find

what you are looking for.

There you will be made whole,

there, when you give yourself

away.