Passers on the strand may glance

Art - Claire Ling Chi Martin, London, June 2022

Passers on the strand may glance 
and think they see me at an end.
They don’t know I chose the road
that led to this omega place. 

Elemental vastness opens channels
I can’t understand
to existential brightnesses,
and shadows I chose-in to face. 

Eyes closed, I feel the flow
  of Origin come into me.
    I sense the zen essentialness 
      that’s ever drifting in the wind,
        then listen to the rhythm in the waves
          and sync their time with my vibration, 
            ringing from my being 
              in an easy lilting note 
                that filters out the dissonance,
                  and helps me hear the harmony
                    I’m singing with the More I sense
                      when I’m in elemental places. 

What we see and live
is just a glimpse of our intended state;
when I face omega space 
my higher essence resonates. 

Lee DeNoya - Atlanta, May 2022