Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Baja Poem

This is a way I would like to die — like the old moon - rising up into the tides of the air…narrowing…and disappearing into the light — invisible, yet still there, solidly tending the tides, listening to, hearing, holding, touching - a thousand thousand birds, and the breathing singing prayers and conversations of dolphins, whales, bird wings, humans, oysters, winds, bones, rocks, sands – all the prayers and all the dances…
Devotedly bound to and loving this earth
Forever

Back late last night from 10 days in Baja, Mexico — well beyond any usual time pressured, multi-tasking urban family work laden time…

On arriving in Baja — first thing  - 24 hours of blessed life-giving soul filling solitude in such magnificent wild-mountained, sea-lapped, cactus-peopled desert beauty — laughing greeting calling to and admiring jack rabbit, birds, hawks, gecko, 1 small scorpion

Later Kayaking right into the growing winds, wilderness camping with gourmet food
Finding perfect shelter from the sand twisting winds inside the magic mangroves…

Huge sky drenched with sun, wind,
and then the holy soup kitchen of stars - bathing my head.
Dipping my body in, entirely donning this night time bounty — world's best hat, best nightshirt, best healing compress.

And more - so near to mama and baby Grey Whales —  condensation from their exhale misting softly into my face — breathing close together, seeing one another across brief centuries – their close curious accepting forgiving presence deeply touching all the way into my heart.

Four gorgeous dolphins; inches from my finger tips, trailing in the perfect soft, now-windless waters…
Them swimming, more like flying, more like dreaming - ecstatic ease strength good humor - inches from our boat
Me laughing, singing crooning crying, my heart breaking all the regular constraints that bind her…
Thousands of shore birds and me huddled in the pre-dawn wind at the tip of the island where the sun will first reach the sands

Greeting the old, almost new, moon - rising spectacularly whole, and dark - the lit crescent huge and glowing golden as she melts up out of the Eastern dark,
Narrowing as she rises into the flashy dawn, to the tiniest sliver of silver moon and then disappearing into the light —
Me praying dancing singing crying talking to all this world of her beauty and brilliance,
my heart breaking alive, soaring past all constraints that regularly bind her

Sunset wave-lapped dinners overlooking the achingly perfect sea and the stark wild gorgeous desert islands holding this divine Baja Bay
Breathing in, rolling in, dancing in, singing in goddess’ still wild, still free, still fully alive, still intact —
with millions of years of lineage and stories  - Earth

I was as happy and as grateful to be fully there as I have ever been in my whole life…

Yes, this is a way I would like to die — like the old moon - rising up into the tides of the air… narrowing… and disappearing into the light — invisible, yet still there, solidly tending the tides, listening to, hearing, holding, touching - a thousand thousand birds, and the breathing singing  prayers and conversations of dolphins, whales, bird wings, humans, oysters, winds, bones, rocks, sands – all the prayers and all the dances…
Devotedly bound to and loving this earth
Forever