Margi Abraham
On the Third Day
Today in the mountains to meditate just before dawn, I sit again on that cold, craggy rock facing East.
I focus my eyes on the sweep of horizon, my ears singing with warbles and trills.
The sun slides slowly up and my heart swells. At last, it seems so simple to be still, a channel for the force that has many names.
I lower my gaze to the valley, to the sea-seeking river on its endless quest
to bring water to water, to become water
to rise unseen from the world
my mind
dances with sunlit leaves
awake
to the eternal course of life
as I find my own way down
About the Author
Margi Abraham is a free-verse and tanka poet who lives on the northern edge of Sydney, Australia. Her tanka and tanka prose have been published in Eucalypt, red lights, Ribbons, Bamboo Hut, International Tanka, and Drifting Sands Haibun.
Hello Margi,
Reading your poem, this evening, somehow made me feel peaceful as the description of the river and nature seemed to envelop me–that is the pleasure after a frantic day, to relax with a nice poem to balance it all out. I love the path of the river, water seeking water, but becoming greater in the uniting or unity of the sea /ocean. It is layered nicely to re-read and causes me to think on a deeper level.
Lovely,
I also read your, guest intro, very nice reading and inspirational.
All the Best, Karina
Thank you so much Karina. It is so gratifying that you could enter the scene and my meditation and reflection. I always find peace in nature and the Australian bush certainly inspires my poetry.
I am sorry for the very late response!