the big waves

... as I was chanting my Om this morning, it reminded
me of my nearly-ill-fated trip across the N. Pacific
in a rickety old sail boat

... I remember the waves, the GIANT rollers, way
out in the middle of no-where. The boat would
ride up and down the waves, like on a big roller coaster
going backwards

... the giant wave passing beneath us, as we bob
in our boat, praying for our dear lives, that
dropping elevator feeling in our stomachs

... the pulsing Om, is just like those giant
slow rollers. A good Om is like a wave to be
crossed ... a wave thru time

... ride that wave!

© 2014 by zentara
If it is the last word I write, let it be Vishnu