As We Sit by the Balcony in our Room at the Bar Harbor Inn Drinking French Rhone Wine, Five Extraordinary Birds Fly By No More than Thirty Feet Away, While in the Background on TV, Pope Benedict XVI Says Mass at Yankee Stadium
Sun is playing on the surface.
Wind is singing up the waves.
Sea gulls have established sky
religion; they're like bishops dressed
in sea foam gray. And three of them
accompany the Pope, an eagle
wearing mystic feathered vestments.
Behind them trails a single crow,
the mayor of the wide surrounding
countryside. Blessings they
are spreading. Wine I am partaking.
Our communion of this holy
ocean congregation sparkles
to an overwhelming view.
Much larger than a stream of higher
consciousness, this bay is big
enough to occupy the island
of my Self and deep enough
to reach some universal truth.
~Son Rivers 2008
MORNING WARMTH - Two more days, and it will be May Day — the old celebration about halfway between the Spring Equinox and the summer Solstice. Here is a simple hokku from ...
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