the sea does
sometimes
glitter like
a thousand
                  dancing
diamonds
celebrating
the surface

that sweep
to the horizon

and the sun

[my face
to the clouds]

even Monk
must pause
and search for
a phrase
to match
the silent
nonchalance

of the blue
ocean
and the galaxies
shimmering
on it
        in and
out

the photons of
their existence
like the sands
un-numbered and
the morning
                   here
today
gone
        tomorrow

to another beach
                          under
another sky
with another song
playing
           another
moment eternally
                           passing