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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Friday, January 3, 2014

I am the Sea


A podcast of me reading this poem is here:       

I have slept in my frozen bed for millennia,
I have been present with the stillness in the silence of my dreaming.

For eons I have stretched myself across the shore of this bay,
A million waves have lived and died within me.

I have smiled upon and pounded the pebbles,
And I have shimmered and danced in the sun and the sand.

I have plumbed the depths of chaos,
And I have looked for love flowing within my heart.

My dreams have flowed up towards the surface of my skin,
And I have become crystal clear again.

I have waited patiently for you to appear,
And now I see your silhouette on the horizon.

You are walking gracefully towards me,
I reach out to you........

We meet,
We touch,
We caress.

You slowly undress,
And enter me. 

You warm me and melt me,
You swim within me.

I welcome you,
I surround you,
I caress you.

 I am opened,
I am filled,
I am complete.

I am the sea.