O, Wonder!
Who came first?
Chicken or egg?
Fruit or seed?
Love or longing?
When water vaporizes from the Earth,
for its love for the Sun,
what makes clouds pregnant?
When papeeha sings pee-kaha
and dry soil longs in pain
why clouds feel heavy?
When thunder becomes a midwife
and winds flow swiftly
how clouds give birth to rain?
I wonder.
who plants the love
who gives the longing
who creates life
O, Wonder! I wonder!
In one moment, it was here
in the next moment, it is gone
is it hummingbird or the soul’s prolonged separation?
The slight pause that barely rare can steer
to open heart filled with love which needs no eyes or ear
and quench the soul’s thirst for the deep blue ocean.
When the racing mind declaims
to be the lion, not a Sheep.
The worn spirit pleads for
the Shepherd, counting Sheep in His Fold.
I pray to be the marked Sheep,
that get seen and
taken to His Fold.
One Shepherd.
One Fold.
Of all tastes, salt savour me the most
dissolves in the teardrop
and seeks to be with the Ocean
The salt comprises the seasons of life.
Of all connections, parent relishes me the most
an expression that nourishes the lull
experience that opens to the Return
The parent connects with the circle of life.
Stories and the Lore
Awakening and Explore
Ocean and the Whole
Circle of Life.
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