A story was told by the stones at the sea,
Many years ago grew the bamboo trees.
As the wind rose across the water, it danced in their leaves.
Nested in their shade, a silent sanctuary.
They were calm, they were peace.
The beauty called to man, ‘come sit with me’.
For many years, came an old man, he sat on the sand.
Still and quiet, he would smile at them.
No words spoken, only knowing, he was one with them.
Great storms blew the bamboo wild and bending,
He stood at the shore, of never ending rains.
He smiled just the same.
The stones would kiss his hands and feet.
The mysteries were revealed to him from the sea.
One day, in a deep breath, the sky opened and called to him.
Old man, as you asked – tides and time have passed;
In devotion, you sit at the oceans and give reverence.
Wisdom and sight has taught you much.
You listen, from the heart.
We watch your life, and all the passion you lived it.
With no regrets, you have surrendered to creation.
It is time to return to all that made you.
Sail to us.
The old man had a vision, a boat took him into the heavens above;
With deep love,
The bamboo trees called his name.
Many moments you have spent, beneath our leaves.
You gave us purpose and need.
Now onto thee we give, our greatest gift;
Take our shoots and build a raft, sail across the horizon.
The zen of living taught you much, now it is time to leave it.
We will be with you on your travels, the stones, the sun will all unravel now.
Trust your heart and bow in truth, for all that learned, for all that you knew.
Where you shall go, you’ve already known all along, in your golden life song.
So the old man with care, much gratitude and prayer, built the boat.
He knelt at the shore’s of stone, and kissed the sand.
With his bare hands he raised to the sky, I will fly he whispered.
The waves took him in, across the open;
He drifted into the vastness.
The shore waved goodbye, until we meet again;
With open eyes you will see, where you’ve always been.
A place you created, a space you meditated, shall never end.
In Spirit, you are everything.
The sun set, the boat became the witness to the story,
Of the infinite.