I ride the crest of the wave of the New Earth.
The waters of Gaia are her blood
and I taste her sacrament.
I ride the wave of my own re-creation
challenging my assumptions and beliefs of who I am.
My rote behavior and automatic responses
transform into reflection and new choices.
My spirit knows freedom.
I am not who I have been.
I don’t know who I will be
other than the wave rider
alive, on the edge
of the New Earth.
My favorite lines are “I am not who I have been. I don’t know who I will be”. This is both a declaration and an anticipation of mystery. I have come this far, and I am alive and free.