reaching

reaching

at first i didn’t see them behind us

poseidon and the prodigal

i only knew my hand reaching

my wings trusting you

poseidon and the prodigal

of myth and parable

my wings trust you

tall sunscreened and brown

of myth and parable

called father        float       foundation

tall sunscreened and brown

and in my eyes immortal

in my eyes immortal sun

salt and intuition

called father

                  float

                          foundation

you were land in shifting water

sun salt and intuition

i only knew my own hand     reaching

you were land in shifting water

and at first i didn’t see

This morning all I see in this picture is my reaching hand. The Osho Zen Tarot card I pulled this morning is the holy fool. Wearing a VERY similar outfit to me in this picture and also reaching. The mythological and biblical figures I didn’t notice at first the photo are my grandfather and my cousin already in the water. I am thinking about how I and we learn about the concept of father which is mythological and biblical and larger than life and quite a reach if we’re honest about all we project onto it. Even now, as I reach for my father through these photographs I have the opportunity to look at what I am really reaching for. Stability? A place to stand? Protection from drowning? A comforting story? Forgiveness? God? The wonderful thing about being a fool is this rainbowed open heart. These sleeves of air. The coming fall. This unavoidable failure. And if this is what it means to love you, I welcome it all.

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