Fishing

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.