Waves, The Fool
waves crashing against a rock,
none identical,
moments never repeated.
lifeless structures cut the wind
pillars of humans desire;
balk the impermanent nature of existence.
grandest fantasies
power struggles
alienation and species chauvinism
hearts hardened by walls of separateness
begin to thaw in awe.
cosmic dance moves silently
playing all the parts,
the stage, the curtains, the lights
the audience, the gum on the floor,
the spider and their web.
the early bird.
the worm.
the late bird, too.
all held lovingly in the same cosmic embrace.
solid ground and open sky
we are afforded a narrow vantage
two pin-pricks, our eyes,
on either side an ocean of infinite depth
the abyss is gazing at itself.
if we are all characters,
played by the same actor,
how could we ever be enemies?
our bodies all nourished by food and water,
all belonging to this one planet.
how could we ever own anything,
or discard each other's lives so casually?
we must lift each other up
from depths of pain and isolation
caused by old ways of thinking and being.
our world a stage to celebrate
waves wearing down the rough edges;
we are all made smooth over time.
in stillness, answers.
hearts and minds made calm
unperturbed and neutral
steeped in what lies beyond language,
knowing We Are One (The Fool).