Undertow

Dark waters move.

Silted clouds guide the way

to delineate the current

and evoke the direction.

How is it that

we do not see do not hear do not touch or taste

the evocation?

It is only in the opening to void of thought, or knowing

that we by miracle

sense the Way

in the undertow.

Pulled toward

the shining sea—

I beckon thee I beckon thee