September 15, 2021
Sailing Effortlessly into Silence
By Amba Gale
On the porch now.
I drink my morning healing tea.
The aroma and warmth make my body feel good, like I am meant to be here.
It is always good to know that I am meant to be
where I am.
The sailboat, with its white, full sail
glides
soundlessly,
effortlessly,
past the island nearby,
wind at its tail.
I glide effortlessly into no time.
There, I find my Inner guide, speaking a blessing:
May the divine wind lift my sails of trust,
May I intuit and attune, allowing
the breeze to carry me effortlessly home,
knowing that I am already at home,
here,
one with the current of life,
where I belong.
