seashore

I wonder if Zen mind
is as good
as the seashore 15 minutes north of Jacksonville.

I'm talking about
the eternity of a horizon
and the waves of the womb.
The smells and sounds of sex and death that merge
into sand, that lose their name in the long stretch
of sand, of ocean basalt
and microscopic creatures hewn
unto the infinite, the atomies;
of God in everything.

When I am taken.

When I am taken up,
my mind will be like this -- emptied.
Devoid of person
and filled instead with the world
devoid of metaphor.