Out of all the mire, toes in the water listening 
What did I hear, what could I hear?
The soft splashing around my cold feet
The thoughts swimming around my brain
My heartbeats as they stutter again and again,
The songs of leaves cascading to the ground
Sensible sounds are here? Now have I found
A voice that was meant to give a message,

Now listen, have I come this way before?
Because it all seems so familiar to me 
Standing here motionless on the shore
I have seen this in my meditations
White brick houses shining in brilliance
Looking like boxed iridescence
Captured sunlight playing with shadows
As I listen for a voice.

Listening in the quiet rains 
soft songs they play on the leaves of trees
the bottoms of my trouser legs moisten
the thoughts in my head now hasten
to bring forth some meanings to sharing,
I can’t be doing so as there’s no one here.
Only me listening – along with the birds flying
And me – waiting for a voice to come.

Along with the creatures frantically scampering,
My blood rushes along my veins senselessly,
There is the sky looking down on humanity
As it scatters logic to all the four winds
Clouds scurrying back and forth trying to hide
The embarrassment of being human – listening,
Not knowing for what I am expecting,
From a voice I have never heard before.

The people I know are not in the colours of waves
Nor do anyone of them want to stand near this edge
Where water and sand collide softly as if not caring.
There is a transcendent moment hanging in the air
Beyond the range of normal or physical experience.
I cannot let it remain there I need to take a chance,
So I listen out for the word I hope will complete me
From a voice strange but so near so clear completely.