The Waiting Rings of Time

driftwoodwestWaiting in my memory
Its gentle waves are calling me
For I was cut from eroding shore
To oceans edge for evermore

Never a sight had crossed my eyes
So vast a nexus, land and sky
and sea. Transfixed so there I stood
In briny sand and drifting wood

While still, each visage yet untamed,
Each piece of wood, not one the same.
To touch them all, I sought to soothe
With salted kisses, lay them smooth

There among the writhing forms
I walked barefoot and weather worn
While each piece begged my presence stay,
Another hurried me on my way

What could quench this thirsting gaze,
Lo, is all for destination’s sake?
I beg for but a moment longer,
for all these twisting paths to ponder

I too am driftwood on the beach
A wilting flower within your reach
One day You’ll have me by Your side
and unbury my waiting rings of time

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6 Responses to The Waiting Rings of Time

  1. Melissa C. says:

    What a wonderful poem! One of the better ones I’ve read in a long time.

  2. Arshia says:

    I have attempted similar trajectory of thoughts , early on in my quest, when i didn’t quite know which was the ocean….

    Bodies of water’— a dream

    I walk along the bank of trance
    giving reality another chance
    While images just swirl and dance

    I come across a spring so sweet
    And dip in it my youthful feet
    Its coolness calms my raging heat

    Then on my way along a rook
    I turn a stone at every nook
    Glancing back to every look

    I rush under a waterfall
    It wets me, cleans me, holds enthrall
    I gasp for breath, I haul, I crawl

    To the river beneath, where I must float
    Sweeping clear of trench and moat
    To swim abreast, my breath devote

    As I ashore, I tire and pain
    My wrinkled brow unveils complain
    rain in my eyes, I try restrain

    I sit reflecting by a pond
    Two eyes look back, with questions awned
    And I feel with them a kindred bond

    Can I stay here a moment more?
    To unravel my battered core
    Ignoring that my heart implore

    But the ocean beckons me to hail
    And the oceans call I must not fail
    May waves I ride, may tide I sail.

    So I take off and dive the sea
    I lose my ‘I’, I lose my ‘me’
    And that’s when I wake to reality.

    Nov 1, 2013

    • This is lovely Arshia… knowledge breaks the surface of ego, when we take to self-awareness. It reminds me of the Lion and the Hare in Maulana’s Masthnavi. The lion looks into the well, to see his own enemy – which, as his own reflection, embodies his own attributes – and in that moment, his soul is glass and he leaps at the reflection and disappears with the destruction of ego.

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