Cusps

December sunset over Tubli Bay, Bahrain.

Teach me to see beyond this horizon

to the sea beneath the sea,

beyond flames and haloes, golden icons,

where all is fluidity.

Teach me to listen with every organ

to the flight of the dragonfly,

teach me to breathe in the dust, and plankton,

with my naked skin, and eye.

You must swim the darkness and the ocean

and know true north isn’t fixed,

witness butterfly seasons close and open

knowing all is change and shift,

and everything’s a cusp and an omen;

and that a fluid core's a gift.

~~~

I gifted myself a MOOC (yes, I know. I'm addicted.) over  the festival season, which in my parts lasts from September to mid-January, well actually it doesn't end even then because, well - spring! Anyways, this text  I read over at that MOOC resulted in the above. Because I know I will forget. 


My year-end has been a bit turbulent - I'm posting this from an unscheduled trip to Calcutta due to a family health crisis. Travelled back on Boxing Day and will be here over the New Year. Things fall apart but then they reconfigure, they are on the mend, fortunately...super grateful for all I/we have received this season. 


Wishing all who stop by here a fun and fulfilling New Year 2019. May your horizons and cusps be captivating always and may you always be able to see beyond and beneath. May each day be a blessing. Happy New Year!