Poem: Seagulls on Stormy Waters

The crooning cry of gulls

At rest on stormy waters

Waken in me a yearning

For clearer eyes and true vision,

Unchanging and content:

Seeing always the hidden core of beauty

The true reality of all things;

Awaking desire to move with ease

Into deep realms of being –

The dimensions of deathlessness.

Here would be oneness.

The tender caring, stripping of all animality

And ugliness; the blight of skin and creed and race.

Here would be seen

Deep pools of iridescent joy,

Primordial substance –

The true identity of timeless love,

And loveliness beheld.

Rosemary Sawtell

Neighbourhood Windows

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