My Wealth is Touching Thee

Wave after wave

My Breath rolls over a Sea of Consciousness

my thoughts – pebbles and shells tossed about

collecting and scattering at the mercy of

That-Which-Is-Greater.

Patterns form, repeated lines along the shores

in spiraled shapes for ever

twisting and turning

until they fade

back into the Sea.

I Am of that which is constant

I Am of that which is Now and

Ever will Be.

Truly Beloved, my wealth be,

Life, in its touching, of Thee.

(1979)