I want to warm up and thaw my psyche
till I glow
at that center we all know is our own.
A place where it’s swirling bright
in the utter darkness,
and deeper than twilight
whenever the sun’s glare
obscures our sight.
Where it’s always the right time
for quiet time,
alone with the self, and shared existence with everybody.
A place where nothing is too distant to reach;
a warm beach in the dead of winter,
twelve elves dancing like the Pied Piper
is leading us to another season.
I sit cross-legged on the bottom of the sea.
I have enough breath for eternity.
It’s always still down here,
though the waves up top
may toss, flop, and tantrum;
chopping, and churning, and struggling to be.
That’s me up there sometimes,
a raving lunatic upon the sea.