whilst attempting
to have fun
wobbling and bobbling
unbalanced and unable
to stabilize my Body
on the board
and Center my Being
toward the Sun
leaning more fully
into the Wind
careening more freely
into the Waves
but splashing depletedly
into the Surf
(and accusing
my Self defeatedly
about my lack
of core strength
and centered Chi)
i lost my Self
laughing repeatedly
at my Self
as i released
my leashed torso
over the edge
of the board
and unleashed more
of my ego
and my unrealistic
expectations of who
i believed
my Self to Be
(like the subversively
sublime surfer
i was convinced
was buried deep
within my ancient
southern-Californian Soul
just waiting to emerge
from his shame-filled
and cautious cocoon
yet never took
the time to bother
to learn how
to walk on water)
which opened my Self
to the deeper
Embrace of Grace
like the Water
splashing my face
submerging my shame
converging with curiosity
in the furiosity
of Transcendent Tides
of resplendent Love
in refreshing Revelation
(thus recusing my tendency
for bruising my Self heatedly)
resurrecting my Heart
in convecting Surprise
refilling my Lungs
in reflexive Infinity
lifting my Head
to the Heights
and my Eyes
to the Skies
raising my Voice
in melodious Ecstasy
like the mellifluous
polyphonous Praise
of the Francolins
and the Lovebirds
reminding Us All
that We are
All Ohana
One Family
and We don't need
to walk on Water
in order to Ride
the Wondrous Waves
(i'll Be a Body Surfer
'til the Day i die)
or have perfect
pitch to Sing
in the Choir Invisible
(i'll shout my barbaric
primal YAWP without
ever asking why)
or move like
a master Moonwalker
to Groove
to the Rhythm
of the Dance
of the Divine
Romance of Creation
(i'll happily keep on
Tapping my Sacred Skins
alongside the Tappers
and Riders of Boards
as a confusing
and Cosmic Conundrummer
'til We all unfurl
our Wings and Fly)
even while Life
drives Us
from our Feet
to our Knees
and serves us
Hula Humble Pie
(i'll gladly eat it
and slyly smile)
and We continue
to muddle our Way
through Life
as a sordid
and Sacred Creation
filled with broken
and Beloved Creations
(i'll sadly grieve
our languid losses
and own my contributions
to our self-inflictions
of worrisome wounds
and madly Love Us
in all our sordidness
and Sacredness
and brokenness
and Belovedness
cherishing the Gift
of each precious
Beloved One who
Graces my Life
all the while)
whilst attempting
to have fun
in my bobbling
and wobbling
and Wonder-filled Ways
(21184.5 Days and counting
with all the Magnificence
and Mystery mounting)
amidst the radiant Rays
of these wild
and wicked
and whacked
and Wondrous Days...
Thank You.
#58SojournsAroundTheSun #SabbaticalPrayersExpanded #StandUpTurnedKneelingPaddleboardingTurnedBodySurfingFTW
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