Like Lost Echoes … All across the wind-blown ocean
(by Paul Mulliner)

photo by Will Mahon on Unsplash
A languid swell
makes tide bells clang across the bay,
their steady, unhurried rhythm
older than our human time,
the ancient slow-brown river
in a silent dance
with restless winds,
while sudden intuitions
bring something deeper
to the moment,
inspiration
like a sound
heard not by our ear
but by our heart,
illuminations of new meaning
for travelers of the inner path
and artists of the soul.
Like lost echoes
all across the wind-blown ocean,
intuitions in our heart
bring fleeting moments of clarity,
as though the universe,
the eternal in all of us,
were helping us discover
the hidden beauty
woven through its boundless soul,
while it in turn
discovers itself woven
into matter,
blended all through the swirls emerging
in the slow-brown, slow-moving river,
as tide bells clang and echo
all across the bay.
And while seagulls screech and chatter
in the sky above,
it suddenly begins to rain.
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Paul Mulliner 2023
Source: https://medium.com/the-howling-owl/like-lost-echoes-9b1fd31658f3