Life in the lowlands

As you walk through life in the lowlands
It is always high under the sun and shores
Are never far away.


When I stand by the sea

When I stand by the sea
On a slanting black cliff,
I hear myself echoing the waves.
And in the pit of my humanity
A stream stirs to life,
Pulling towards the horizon.
I let that tender unity
Pour out of me,
until I am stretched
Far beyond the visible horizon.

Our Eternal Bond

If you choose to disembark
On this tide-polished shore
Of seastars and mountain draft,
You will see me
Through the whispers of
Nocturnal waves crashing
Quietly upon the seaforest’s debris.
With a calm wind-tamed voice
I will light my otherworld life
And flicker, God-crazed and resolute,
Into the hollowness of
Your hand.
And like a homeless,
Rough and weathered,
Or the sea in poor lighting,
You will remember
That you are not a marsh
Clinging and swallowing, but
A dance inside wrinkled minds
Keeping me like a branch of spring
In your carpenter fist.


Homesick Tears

I set out to re-conquer the remote islets
of my childhood
With no other guide than homesick tears.
It was like poaching happy memories
From a seagull’s empty nest
With wings obediently
Following the soft pull of the salty sea.


A cluster of islands

Hope is a cluster
Of little seapinked islands
Dropped into
A dark shoreless sea.


When I was drowning

There are places inside
My mind
You cannot reach
Colors you cannot
There are roads I
Would have never walked
Without you
And an ocean
I will never see the depth of
Because you
Reached out your hand
When I was drowning.


An Empty Vessel

Sometimes, it is as though
I am an empty vessel
Filling water
Into a gaping sea,
Until I am dissolved
By the bitter saltiness
My quenching Heart.