Buddha Point July 26, 2006
Posted by spacemom in : Depression , 2 commentsAs I walk down the torch lit path
I feel the pain in my back.
The waves crash on the rocks,
but I only hear the noise of
my thoughts, concerns
worries, plans all crashing into
each other.
I sit on the hard ground.
My spine is stiff, my eyes tired.
I wait for the stars to talk to me
But they don’t.
I wait for the day to leave me
But it doesn’t
Slowly, I hear a chant…faint at first
then louder…
What are the words? Who is saying that?
I strain to hear the sound
And my body lowers to the ground to listen better
And the soft soil pulls the stress
and the strain from my muscles
and my back relaxes
The chant has changed
It is not a song, nor a prayer
It is the sounds of the ocean,
nature’s symphony of Pacific wind and water
and volcanic rock
The stars now sing to me
I see the galaxy intertwined with the local stars
I can’t hear the words, but I hear the melody
And the ground absorbs my stress
And my head is clear
and I just exist
without thought
In the shadow of the Buddha
(copyright spacemom,2006)
