Seike Garden photo Briana Jones
Day and night the sea throws up froth.
You see the foaming surface , but not the Sea. Amazing!
We are dashing against each other like boats:
our eyes are darkened through we’re in clear water.
Asleep in the body’s skiff, we float,
unaware of the Water of the water.
The water has a Water that is driving it:
the spirit has a spirit that is calling it.