Becoming Permeable

All the particles in the world
are in love and looking for lovers.

Rumi

In the tide pools

a Slipper shell.

Snail resident gone

leaving a pearly white

rounded shape with a

raised opening over

half of it—just like a

slipper awaiting a foot.

Above the beach, coast

buckwheat with its rounded

heads of many tiny flowers,

white with dabs of fuchsia,

light pink. Flowers so tightly

fitted atop a long round stem.

A vee shaped dip in the

Santa Lucia mountains

as Monterey Bay comes

into view. Delicate, subtle

curves, tree silhouettes,

an inviting path over the top.

A friend is dying at home,

radiant as she lives from

a center of love, gratitude.

I’m steps behind, still

processing all the changes,

the sadness of losing her.

The shell, buckwheat,

mountain shape, friend

each bring about a subtle

vibration or current, a call

to connection, oneness,

to God really.

Joyce Snyder