Belief

I’ve this impulse to land upon a certain spiritual tradition, philosophy, or practice and think “Yes! This is it!” Then, I’ll read everything I can clap my eyes on about it only to find that some larger force comes barreling through, wiping it out completely. This used to cause me considerable anxiety in my twenties. Now, entering my fourth decade, I’m finding the joy in this tidal process of creation, erosion, and further creation.

Belief

Another sandcastle greets
the eager waves.

Its granular walls, so sure
of their strength, find themselves 
drawn into foam and sea.

Two hands, cupped together,
dip into the softened shore,
and begin again.