Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Saturday, January 30, 2010

Within Me



The ocean told me so,
One day it said to me,
"Can't you see with your eyes,
What I am?
Can't you fathom the secrets,
Hidden deep within me?
Don't you know why?
Everything is here,
I am everything,
Within me you will find,
The truth of your existence,
Within me you will find happiness,
Within me you will find yourself!"



Full Moon, Killiney Beach Dublin,
Ireland, January 30, 2010.
The Seagull 


This is one of the first poems I wrote in the mid 1980s on my experience of an awakening of consciousness brought on by becoming immersed in the 'mind' of the sea...but is the sea outside me or within me?

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