The Offing

Mirrored, the horizon and the sea.

Heaven kissing it’s reflection at the edge of existence.

Clouds lounging lazily, drift into the great Expanse.

Stars rise and dance upon the waves;

Fire in the moonlight.

The moon is high;

Locked in time with its aqueous doppelgänger.



Ecstasy is the velvet night that caresses us.

The Milky Way melting into its dark reflection.

Night reaching toward oblivion.

As the waves lap lovingly at our toes.



Yearning for that point that vanishes yet becomes eternity.

Gazing longingly as if into the maw of God.

We drift among the waves as strands of sea grass;

Swaying gently within the womb of the Sea.



Direction meets extinction.

Worry flees.

Liberated by compassion.

We are seen.

Spaciousness filling emptiness with love.

And We are one.



©2025 Andrea Curran