What are we looking for, since what we
hope to find has always been at heart.
There is a seagull gliding proudly on
the breeze, waving, calling but we keep
on turning our own wheel of fortune.
How then could we stumble on a hidden
treasure if what we hope to find has always
been at heart? We have forgotten how its
beating was a steady compass even during
stormy weather. We have forgotten how
its silent drum never once let us down.
How could we not but tenderly accept
its offering? What are we hiding from?
Is it our fear to be discovered, to be
left uncovered by the wings of Love?
Then what we’re looking for is not our
heart’s desire, but only heart’s disease,
and to be cured we need to listen to the
seagull’s call. When we are looking for
that hidden treasure then the map is
here, we wrote it on the breeze, waving,
calling, gliding proudly, easily.
(picture taken @ Biarritz, France, Atlantic Ocean)
2 Reacties op “Seagull”
This poem is just beautiful, Bout!!!
Dankje Ingrid > het moment toen ik dit schreef was waarlijk “Goddelijk” en steeds als ik het herlees of een zeemeeuw zie overvalt me die “Hemelse Vrede” opnieuw 🙂