High on Waves

Jignasu Tararoopa, Ireland


A year has passed, and still
The ego chips and sheds:
Its shattered grains make
Sands that mould; creating new
Foundations beneath life's learnings.
Resistance rises: blocks the path.


But sometimes, when defences fail,
This new unknowing leaves me
Breathless as a child at a window
When yesterday's familiar landscape
Is overnight obliterated by
An unexpected fall of snow.


In ignorance, I try to grasp and hold it
But find it melts and trickles through my hand.
And so I learn that life should be
Experienced and witnessed
And then allowed to flow.


There are new things to live by;
New ways of understanding,
And suddenly, out of nowhere now
A feather falls upon my page:


Small miracles that mark the path
And reassure that unseen guardians
Hover close though in another realm
Beyond my ways of knowing
Or the limits of my human sight.