in . . .Negril . . .

[Bill]

Negril

on the north side of the island
walking towards West End
the Ocean’s on my right side
there is nothing to defend

the waves languidly lapping
caressing my Here my Now
for Ego has surrendered
with reverence some way, some how

the Sun with love embraces
the divineness of all “BE”ing
the soft gentle breeze dusts off my lenses
and now my Soul is seeing

that all is One and One IS All
as my toes dig in the sand
i have escaped the confines of Self
and now i understand

if i but just let go and be
the limits do not exist
“i am” the genesis of what “i am”
be it anguish be it bliss

in . . .Negril . . .


(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.