Sunday, January 17, 2010


finding where I fit
feels a lot like fishing
a vast, mysterious
ocean of experience

it keeps calling

buckets of questions
or nets of honesty
hauling in food for the day
hauling in shells
and pearls and seaweed
from a common depth
no one can see
then spending time
cleaning what I’ve found

hearing what it has to say

everyone alive must fish

requiring stillness
and patience

and a willingness to drift

we never know
where deep things live
much of who we are
lives cleanly
below the surface

we must be nourished
from what lives below
if we are to survive
essential feelings
personal truths
live below
like fish

not wanting to be caught

spiritual fishing
yields spiritual food
secret nourishment
from eating
what lives within us
to eat what lives in our shell

we must open that shell

eating what swims
below our surface
lets us see
the perspective of the deep

Every person I have ever loved and every path I have been called to has shown itself to me after fishing in the waters of my spirit, which entered deep enough, is the ocean of all spirit. It is my belief, we are all connected there, and through this communion – of bringing up and taking in what lives within us – can we hope to uncover our common purpose of being. In committing to this honest practice, wisdom becomes that very good net of a mindful heart, through which we rinse and claim the smallest of shells, those hidden casings that hold both food and pearls.


Stephanie Faris said...

Well put...and beautifully written!

Steven Lee said...

Thank you Steph