The higher tides
I breathe still,
the space resides.
The river comes to fill
the higher tides…
Oh beautiful essence
that radiates from all:
the birds, the plants, the flowers,
the trees,
the grains of sand, the rocks, the seas.
Divine presence flows in all of these!
What a privilege
to marvel at all that is creation.
The experience of divinity,
the power that brings forth the manifestation!
The skies contemplate,
pure light, separated to shine
all colours that dance, oh truth divine!
And I, laughing as I write,
remain content with where I reside.
The river comes to fill
the higher tides.
