lake

I get home from work, change quickly and run outside. Ride fast, wanting to chase down the last golden rays. Down the road, under the bridge, past the paddocks where a large kite is flying with its owner. I end up, without thinking, by the lake.



Out onto the jetty. The beautiful "bluey-pinky" time.
I lie on my belly on the jetty. Watch how the way the lake ripples. The black swan that swims up to me, her face only a metre from me. The wind blows gently on my face. Sweet, precious ruffles in black swan's neck. I am mesmerised in the gentle beauty of the moment. I am reminded of maitri's words on gathering sense and sweetness for a lifetime.



and when i am done on my belly
i roll over and gasp at the perfect half moon.
i lie there for a long time,
four inches above the water
38 000 kms to the moon
profoundly touched by both.



i ride slowly home.
drinking it all in.

"The winds of grace blow all the time. All we need to do is set our sails."
~ Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa
Gospel of Ramakrishna