A sense of love

22 September 2002

I cannot define by words what love is
So feel this

I cannot just touch you and say,
"I will love you forever"; so see this

I cannot show you the world
So listen

I cannot


Hearing, Listening
Touching, Feeling
Seeing, Believing
Smelling, Tasting
Tasting, Knowing

I am the ocean

1 September 2002

The ocean emits a gentle howl as it touches the sand,
And reaches up to the sun, (like saying, "catch me, catch me,") waving its hands,
And it gives to the trees on the shore and on the ocean floor
And to the fish and all in the sea, (baby,) can't you see? (baby, can't you see?)

(Baby,) I am the ocean, and you are everything that surrounds me.

I could be south of South Africa, or / up in the cold icebergs of the North,
You are all the living things for who I live, / you are all the things that are inside me.

I am endless, as endless as all the grains of sand that you are,
White, black, gray, rainbows, shining;
Reflecting the sun in all its glorious unending light,
resting in this boundless space called time.

And yet you do not speak, and instead let me hear your beautiful song of silence.
And I may bring with me man's many stories of life, that which I am known to do
And you lay there, and you do not do what I do, and you sparkle sublimity and august.
And though I am fluid, and you maybe are granular, solid matters,

And I could be in another universe, and you in another time.

But we are here together, side by side, hands sewn, on the heart of the earth.
For all of the earth to rest on, to get away from the earth as they know it, to view the sun and the skies that play with it, and to contemplate about their place in the kingdom of the universe.

We are one, nature.