Into a chasm of twisted trees the trail went,
young flowers floating on green stems beside it.
Awoke from the dark of shadow cast flight,
Into the open, sea stretched to the depths of sight.
In the distance a beach so many times passed,
While I thirst for dreams of bluff covered in grass
Barefoot of mine kept moving, eyes lingered for a while,
Caught in webs of wonder like an awestruck child.
Gaze returned to feet set in motion,
In the distance, pulsating crash of ocean
Soon again revealed to whales if they looked,
To find me thinking that I was wrapped up in a book.
Drank in the view for a moment or two,
then dipped to the river where the Job’s Tears grew.
This is a poem written just now and some photos from the sacred expanses of the Na Pali Coast of Kauai. I have now visited this coast on several different occasions, and have often on these journeys gathered the seed-beads of the Job’s Tear plants that grow near some of the creeks and rivers.
I have been threading these beads on waxed linen to make Buddhist malas and Sufi tasbeehs as well as on stretchy synthetic line to make bracelets. Some of these are currently available thru the 1st of March, 2014 on my crowdfunding campaign to raise money for the Sustainable Cup Challenge Do School Fellowship which I was accepted to and just began here in Brooklyn.
– Joseph Stodgel, 2-24-14