Island Dreaming: Meditation
Early morning, waking before
the rest of the camp when
the mist hangs over the sea,
I walk the path to the north end,
to my favourite meditation spot,
the rocks overlooking the cove
and outcropping rocks farther out
where seals will stretch and bask
when the sun is fully risen.
If I adopt a certain glaze during
my sit, it appears as if the island is
moving instead of the waves and the seaweed washed up against the rocks.
What a strange
What an interesting
What a dizzy
perspective to hold,
Then an adolescent eagle, testing
newfound powers of flight, lifts my eyes from the sea to admire his circular flight round the bay searching for his fishy prey, oblivious (or maybe contemptuous) of me
sitting here on this grey rock,
watching the rising sun burn off
the sea mist, listening to the
sound of busy lobster boats,
observing the sea
slowly ebb out of the cove.
Breathing in and up the body,
then out and down the body.
Breath forming a bridge between
Father Sky and Mother Earth.
*second in a series called Island Dreaming.
* meditation keeps me on an even keel http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/daily-prompt-activity/