“A sacred place is any space that is set apart from the usual context of life. Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.”–Joseph Campbell
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Over and over
great green waves
pound and crash
on black rocks
eternally.
Improvised waterfalls
have their moments
in a magnificence of spray.
It is where the
large white explosions
take place
that I live no more.
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Now the green tides
roll in, breakers
turning white to foam
addressing
the remaining crags.
This is my home
my perspective.
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Even less of me
and now just waves
ascending and then
rushing in as
gulls stitch sky
above the
shining waters.
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There is much
which is not of
others or even man.
Continuous tides
24/7 elsewhere in
tides of imagination.
A love temple
on the rocky cliff–
the ruins of some
nameless dream.
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In the end
just a sound
of waves
on unfamiliar shores
water channeling sand,
spilling, then refilling
a ceaseless white.
(December 11, 2012)
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There are whites other than the snow of a long winter. And there are preferred worlds where imagination chooses to live free.
“Art is the transforming experience.”–Joseph Campbell