It is more fun to walk holding peacock feathers
Than not
Wielding talismans of plaintive cries
Feathered eyes of mystery
We proceed from cairn to cairn
Invoking spirits
Summoning intentions
Provoking curiosity
Then finding a nested perch above the sea
To chant vicissitudes into rhythms
Flowing into violet hues of a lowering dusk
Adding our breath to the incoming tang of a seabreeze
As drums throb
Seagulls wheel and exclaim their heartfelt longing
Below, lovers sit together on the rocks
Watching waves roll in
Relentlessly
Stillness is something to be rediscovered
In crowds and crowded lives
Each apprehension of tranquility a small victory
Over the distractions of temporary attractions
Find a horizon with a hole in it
To fall into or crawl through
Or merely to send an arrow of a thought
Singing integration with alpha omega
Singing to the falling sun and the rising moon
Singing to the unknown
Finding unity in the ragged chortle of waves falling ashore
Looking into the feathered eyes of peacock tails
To see your own soul
David Trudel © 2013
