Boat

Seeing the rocks among the waves,
the dark angry shapes framed by foamy white,
I raised the anchor, and detached from
the world, and let the Greater Forces
guide me to safety.

Even so, that which drifts is not free.
By current, tide, and wind
the boat is barred and imprisoned.
Though rocked, tossed, and thrown
I remained unmoved.

Days and days upon the sea starved me
and drained me. Seeing that I was too weak,
and too weary, I detached from my body,
and let the Greater Forces guide me.

But then there was the rock, the wind, and
the water, waiting for me, wondering what
had become of me, as if I had left their game
too early. They could not understand this
practice of detachment, of leaving the duties
of living. I had said, You do not understand,
for you are but earthly elements. But they
replied, You do not understand, for we
are the Greater Forces.