Cycles

[lenny]

Ocean drawn out from Itself
through will of sun and wind
scatters far upon the land
new cycles to begin.

Vapor drifts through timelessness
not knowing where it's bound,
forgetting, too, from where it's come
not knowing of the ground

that lies in wait to challenge it
and block its natural flow,
landing first on frozen peaks
and knowing self as snow.

'Til force of love, whose call is strong
sends agents to the scene,
and gravity and sun combine
to free from cold's demesne.

That once again soul drop may drift,
its journey to resume,
back to the Spirit Ocean, grand,
now new form to assume

of tiny streamlet, cold and fast,
not contemplating aught,
but tumbling blindly down steep slopes
devoid of deeper thought.

And now to brook of greater size,
less reckless in its flow,
wondering what lies ahead
its route it wants to know.

To stream size now, has soul drop grown
and flows with increased breadth,
sensing self as something more, still
yearning for more depth.

'Til finally with mighty flow
the river it becomes,
flowing singlemindedly,
the deepest depths it plumbs.

Advancing eagerly to Source
whence long ago it sprang,
it dreams of life beyond its banks
far from the yin and yang,

where Self contains all as Itself,
Its individual waves
dance for a while then return
unto the Sacred Nave.

lenny

[Perdida]

loved how this just washed over me, again and again taking me along with its currents.

wish i could rhyme like that.

beautiful work

Perdida

[lenny]

Thank you, Perdida. This was from back when I thought every line had to rhyme. I do a lot of free verse now too. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.

Smile,

lenny