Solid ground

Often solid ground

Seems so far away

As I feel as though I am drifting

On high seas

And that the powerful sediment

Of dissolution

Has almost completely

Laid its claims upon me

And then it seems to me

There is only this

The body within which I sense

Nothing is ever truly solid

The soul which seems at times

Infinitely expansive

And yet at other times

Shrunk as small

As a grain of rice

And it also so often seems to me

That there is just this

A vast sea within which we are floating

Always hoping

To collide

Or be carried by a high tide

To infinite peace

Securing at last

Within the free grasp

A powerful stand point

On solid ground

Hollowed deep

Without a sound

As our soul roars its furious note

To the awakening self