Om will empty my mind so I can listen.
I hear my heart open and flow like a river full
of emotion, love, and compassion.
I learn to navigate like a life surfer, a wave rider, a mystic of the seas.
I can sit and listen to the stories in my bones,
and I can hear the roar of my thoughts pounding on the shores of Self.
And who am I anyway but a reflection of this majestic world,
this world beyond towers and bridges, homes and institutions,
To the real stuff, the green stuff that really matters?
What of tree towers and river bridges,
what of twig and mud nests or burrowed tunnel homes?
What of ecosystem institutions
where we really have a chance to learn something valuable?
In that wildness of jungle, woods, and grove I find that OM,
that inner stillness that is an ever tidal coming home.