September 28, 2020
By Amba Gale
Oh, Great Blue,
with your great grey span of wings gliding
graceful over silent grey sea:
What are you speaking to me, this morning?
What Great Voice wants to be heard?
Do you speak of the stillness that greets the day?
Or the abundance of the fish in these waters?
Do you relish the early morning fog turning everything grey?
“Listen to the Voice of your own Simplicity.”