I wrote this poem on a retreat in 2008, and now on another retreat it came to mind again, still true, still accurate, still paddling in the shallows a lot of the time! Yet also knowing the ever-still centre. :)
How long will we spend
paddling in the shallows
before we are prepared
to risk diving deep?
The ocean of bliss
calls constantly to us
ever-present
waiting
watching
beckoning.
The proliferation of
seashells and soft, soft sand
is beguiling to a mind
caught up with noise.
Only in the depths
beneath the turbulent and
constantly moving sea
will we find
the centre
that is ever still.
© 20 June 08
