Poetry In The Nature Of Things: Cosmic Surfer

An excerpt from Poetry and the Nature of Things Songs from the Great Wilderness by Bruce Wayne McClellan Read by the Author Cosmic Surfer September 8,

2014 I am but a witless cosmic surfer.

I ride the waves of consciousness.

I am the wave and the wave is me.

And we are one,

One being in an infinite ocean filled with starfish and galaxies with black holes and fish frolics.

Somewhere near Encinitas,

Beside swami waves,

You know,

The ones who teach inside the hurricane's eye,

My waves propelled by disturbances and ripples in my mind and mood.

In my kind solitude,

I can't find balance or the proper nourishment for this humble creation of my mother.

My reactions to others,

My sisters and my brothers,

Like teachers under my lover's mask,

Help me to one day discover.

But when I can meditate and the twitching from too much caffeine and the twirl of vertigo from too much work and the tongue halts in a heavenly healing,

The stormy sea becomes ever so calm and I place my wonder in the receptacle of the holy September moon after sunset on Red Beach,

Maine,

Reflecting in my calm and my mirror-like sea brain like a long ribbon of light.

And I thank the golden guru.

Soul food served here.

When I return into my life again,

I strain and strive to remember.

Hold on,

Hold on.

The peace gain be so soon gone.

The sublime and simple beauty of that moon so still as the classy cool ebb tide pools so quiet as the sound of night falling madly,

Falling gladly,

Falling freely,

Falling blithely,

Falling into a vast star-filled sky.

Thank you for listening.

Poetry and the Nature of Things,

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