I shall retire early
and rest in the waves of your love,
being with you.
I will push my boat across the sense beach
and paddle beyond the breakers of memory.
I find there the still numbness of your depths
while your free concentration lifts sails of spirit.
Gone is the beach, the world,
only the sea with no horizons.
Gone is the boat…
just the sunlight
and invigorating warmth
of your presence
shining,
shining calmly.
Thoughts, still awareness…
Actions, pure energy of being…
Feelings, only peace…
all drowned,
drowned
in the ocean of your love.
– Iain Trousdell