Beating to windward clutching 

A mainstay, squinting into

Salty wind, eyelids lightly

Encased with a thin layer of brine

Knees flex with each swell

Mains’il and jib trimmed

Halyards and sheets cleated beneath a

Soaring curious ring-billed gull 

Whose eye catches site of a

Bass exactly the right size

For a lunch if only he can

Protect it from avian thieves 

Consciousness melts and 

Boundaries soften as oneness

Washes over me as the seas

Wash over the reefs

Now called into awareness 

Of the transcendent, simultaneously

Intensely conscious of everything and 

Nothing at all 

The sea radiates aqua blue

As sunlight dances along and 

Sky and clouds seem somehow

Brighter, about to burst into song 

Now the individual fragments of

Self, boat, sail, bird, cloud, sea, wind

Dissolve into the whole

No longer me or it, but us