THE PLUNGE

               The feather, the down, the floating free

               The milky foam of the galax-sea 

               The wool of the cottonwood, dandelion down

               The snowy sweep, the drifted up cloud

              

Have you like me not laid in the dark awake?

Have you like me not sought an abiding grace?

Have you like me not opened your inward eyes?

Have you like me not seen the ocean rise?

Can you discard your human skin oh snake?

Can you not surf and crest on the prism wave?

Can you well up and spread like silver quick...

& then return to the flame of the single wick?

When you become your luminous self divine 

Return to the ebb & flow of timeless time

The pearl resides beneath the filmy layers

& here is there & now is everywhere

               Plunge oh plunge to the surface clear

               The mirror of one the glass of ever-near

               Pierce the single mirror of you,

               Pierce the perfect... plunge on through