Under-cliff Rock Platform
A low tide walk
to explore the rock platform
snugly hidden
under the grassy cliffs
of Crackneck Lookout.
On the steep walk down
a whip bird song accompanied us
darting in and out of the foliage
with a clear sharp whip
content with an instant cheep-cheep reply
down on the beach
under the undercut of the cliff
through sand and rock and bush
scrub and mangroves
there was a salty feel to the day
out on the rock platform
we found a viewing spot
behind us the high projecting
grassy headlands
before us waves rolled in
dashing with jubilant spray
against the rocks
suddenly we were
the only two people in all the world<
the wide vista of horizon
like long arms curled around us
we relaxed into our oneness
into a cone of happiness
with permeable membrane
that allowed the real world to lean in
crashing of waves, rolling ofocean
then from out of a rock pool
a white-faced grey heron
like a mystic appeared
we accepted it as gift
namasté
our hearts as light as
lifting grey wings
At home I pondered once again the quote that has been tacked to my office wall for years
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.’ We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Marianne Williamson
