TO THE BEGINNING

For so many years, I intentionally turned my back on the spiritual. But my subconsciousness had other ideas. It's only as I put together this online collection, do I realize how many of my poems were written about the divine. So every Sunday, I've decided to post a spiritual-themed poem.


TO THE BEGINNING

To the sea, to the sky
to the sun, to the clouds, to the heavens
to the riverstones, to the mango tree, to the grass
to the fishing bird flying high above the ocean
to the winter wind to the summer breeze
to the falling of autumn
to the infant shoots of spring,
I bow to you.

You are my priest, rabbi,
Brahmin, sage, prophet and Emersonian poet.

Through you I see creation.
Through you I see evolution.
Through you I see my chance for ascension.

From man to pig to horse
to cow to whale to fish
to crustacean to flower to moss
to algae floating on the sea feeding off sunlight.

Only through you do I see beyond all that,
to the beginning of existence—

to the silence of unstirred souls.