Meditations at the Cove
Sitting looking out at sea
I ask the questions
my soul longs to ask.
The rocks absorb my enquiry
with silent salutation.
The Oyster Catcher squawks his distant reply,
as do the crashing waves.
In the distance I see a brightness,
flashing in patterns — on, and off.
I am drawn to that point, beyond the bay.
Safe harbour to all who see the light.
Do you know my secret?
This place is the center of the world.
All things come to and leave from here
- the sacred point where universes are created.
It is here, where nature talks to me
and I am no longer alone.