Within the conch
the memory of the ocean
sings out, always
The symphony of the sea
never forgotten…
• • •
With the conch
we clear the air
while summoning
ancient wisdom
haunting our bones
ocean memory
awakening, tingling
salty water within our bodies
our symphonic instruments
Old wisdom wise
may wear disguises
yet bears the same weight
of truth on its bones
It doesn’t age
words of a truth sage
there is no blame
no personality attached
Different faces
a variety of races
the truth shines true
and our bones recognize it
What beauty lies within today’s challenges?
What soul wisdom?
A pearl of wisdom
Is truly borne
From a gritty seed of challenge
Beautified by our attention
As we wrap ourselves around it
As the old man
looked at the “problem”
once again with the eyes of a child
All of creation
circled around
to facilitate
the moment’s miracle
• • •
The elder instills wisdom
Still within
even as the busy mind
monkeys around with knowledge
