I hear the beat of a distant drum.
Spiraling downward in meditation.
To my beach of virgin white sand,
Ocean tickles my toes where I stand.
Blue waters are they at the bay of peace…
High tides of the moon; sigh with ease.
Mine eyes along the surf do seek-
A gift of triangular stone to meet.
For my soul though I hesitate
The trilogy to contemplate...
Are the Powers that be!
Yet by chance?
I begin to chant.
For I see
and I do
Mote of blue.
Then to Black
The Trinity be.
Death a fact
Reborn is She.
That which I seek, I do find…
Speaking to me; a riddle, a rhyme.
Elemental spirit will be my guide.
My gift I give to stand at my side.
Opening my sight for my mind to grasp;
My ancestors land that I absorb at last.
Before my spirit can move to cross;
I must come again without a loss.
So I ascend
to the surface again.
with my heart does beat!
Thankful am I
for tranquility I meet!
Positive energy now from me flows…
Synergized her spirit now grows.
Serene my inner child can be;
For she is now
One with Me!