Greetings from the Land of Enchantment

surfacing

The shadow rises up
like the seventh wave
crashing against the psyche
sucking you under
carrying you out to
the great ocean,
the deep, cold
blue sea

The current stronger
than your own will
stronger than your practice
bearing the crushing
weight of years
of sorrow and
suffering
the great, wide
divide

Out of breath
the instinct to live
grows stronger with each
beat of the heart
pulse pounding,
struggling for breath
surfacing
to the wide
blue sky

Surfacing, returning
to the breath
the moment
when all things
are new and
shining like the sun

Life lives
even in the darkest
corners--the smallest light
can remove the shadow

Labels: poetry

posted by Sat Purkh Kaur Khalsa @ 10:55 AM