Sailing to…

The sail flaps and snaps

Into shape

Holding the bosom

Of wind

As we sail

Gently and easily

We are going now

To that place…

That place where…

We leave our misery in our wake

That place where…

The secret mystery is lived

Not learned

Peace falls on the mind

Everything is correct

In its gentle chaos

And we are not separate

But one with our environment

Water laps the hull

Above cries a gull

And all the ocean is mine.