Poem from Pelada

Another poem, written one day at Playa Pelada--whose ever-changing beauty is simply inspiring. I wrote this shortly after my experience hearing the whale song. (See this link - the 2nd story down).

“Pelada”

Here and gone
And a quarter day later
Here again.
Island and mainland
And island again.
Categories meaningless
In God’s everchanging game.

Tide pool to stone ocean floor.
Green water to white.
Downpour to blazing heat.
Life to death and back again.

Who are we to expect stability?
To claim definitions?
To make categories?
Categories that only separate us
From the Truth.
Labels that deny
Our one Reality.

My heart stirs.
Unformed tears that are passion, muted,
For understanding, knowing, uniting, Being.

Flow Passion!
Sink deep into the earth!
Rise high above!
Swim far below!
Envelope yourself in His blue waters,
Surrounded by His sweet song,
Rising up to you,
The voice of your mother
When you floated in her own waters.
Return to that One!

Shadow and light exist only for us to know
That different are really the same.
That God plays a game called More Beauty
And wins every time, outdoing our own
Expectations, our own
Beliefs, our own
Efforts.

The sun-bleached log
Moves like a crocodile in the sun.