My life seems to be a never-ending question… A never-ending question as endless, immense, immeasurable as the ocean. Forever the questions remain. For now I will sit in the sound of the sea and listen. Listen for an answer that will set me free. The answer only a question away. The Ocean Within by Kim Buskala I repeat the Motion of the ocean Over and over The waves keep coming The tides do change Highs and lows I try to allow Myself to enter The flow At times my movements Are so big as the crest of a wave I crash I fall I smash against I land Only to roll A gentle roll On a calm day Windless Barely moving As if to stand still I breathe in that moment The still in the movement Only to know Winds will carry Me away Waves will grow I may need to hide Behind barricades That protect the windows Of my soul Eyes void of thought Questions answered When the time comes What really matters? Lost ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry