Blue is the ocean’s field

Deep… deep….deep…

Like the love of an honest woman

All encompassing, forgiving, graceful

Where does she lie?

In the next port, perhaps

There is hope in the deep blue

In the search there is treasure

The vast ocean of my truth lies just within grasp

Freedom in the sails occurs with experience

The wind, when she comes

Sets our course, my ketch and I

Brings peace as she passes over and through us

Power to cut through the blue

Motion in nature created by the dynamic of wind and sea

Like a stallion unleased from bridle

My ketch’s bow neighs at the swells

Her steeped chine silences the noise

And sings the Siren’s melody of love

Soft, tender when calm

Powerful, determined when turbulent

At last, my dream is opening into the present

Exploring the blue to discover humility

In prayer I ask eternal questions

In meditation I listen to enigmatic answers

They are there, approachable

In the blue

Here I am seeking serenity in what remains to be

Accepting the virtue of going so far

So far…far away