While walking the rim of a moon swept sea.
Arm in arm with a thought called me.
We chatted we talked we pondered on high.
About the meaning of being, of seeing, of I.
The roar of surf the sweep of tide.
In the blood red pulse a seagull cried.
In this screech, shone the moon filled sea.
The moment deep, the you in me.
The I who we were before the call.
United now in a flash of sight.
My paradigm absorbed in new found light.
Inspired insight happens within you too.
A way to see, a way to feel, a way to join equanimity.
#Liam Dec 2018