1979 Carmel
Sights and Sounds, Inner and Outer
I meditated this evening to
the sun setting
into the ocean
My knees and buttocks nestled
into fine grained white sand
on a sloping soft beach
My hands resting on top of my lap,
my spine and neck are straight
while letting thoughts come and go
As internal chatter slows, I hear the
ocean waves as they dance and rumble,
soothing, majestic, wild
My hands leave their resting position,
pick up my flute, and breath
plays some notes
To join in counterpoint and harmony
J comment (2022) This is lovely. I like the title, it captures the flavor of the poem, and suggests that what you describe in the external world is mirrored in your inner world. I especially liked the idea that breath, rather than you, played the notes. Love, J