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THE NARROWS


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Skookumchuck Narrows before the tide came in on a full moon night

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SKOOKUMCHUCK NARROWS, BC.   2005  The tide came in.

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I take the Narrow’s tempestuousness slit

My boat lost to a long ago of well being

The full moon calls the Sea to give rise to the tide

She pulls its out to bring it in

What comes  in greets what is going out

a violent swirl, a vortex of pull and funneled force

A ride like wild mustangs in a fevered run

Holding on as if life means everything

And everything means nothing

but to ride out the tide

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I take the Narrows on this full moon night

For want to imagine this journey of all journeys

Will gather  me in under the luminous night orb

Drown me to make me wholy and awakened

to rise out of the depths of my ending

Washed clean. left naked, pulling in air

before my lungs explode in defeat

Dreaming of the gills that let me swim

before this time of living knew that limitation.

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I took the Narrows to an ending

Finding the breath of a new beginning

Waiting for the next unfolding.

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‘FLOW GRACEFULLY ON THE RIVER OF LIFE’


“Flow gracefully on the River of Life.”  What a pretty line and I stole it.  HAaaa.  I’m sure it’s been repeated in other venues and ‘stolen’ in its loveliness from other sources.  Who knows who was first to gather those words and lay them down so eloquently.

Skookumchuck Narrows, British Columbia.

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Flow gracefully on the River of Life

Float beneath the Sun and clouds

Laze in the languid rapture of timelessness

Dive deep into the heart of your matters

Ride the waves and tides of life’s give and take

 

Tread not when the ease of the float gives no resistance

And the get to where you wish to go gathers in rapids

Let the visions of import stream past the have to dos

And the wander of your mind needs no point of view

Be with the sooth of the river in your heart’s harbor

 

Grace becomes the peace of a wanderer who is not lost

When the river widens and flows out to the great sea

Where no shore is seen in the coral horizon

And the trust of the flow holds it’s own safety

Beneath the vast sky and unseen below

 

Find grace in Life’s ebb and flow

 

 

 

 

 

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