Riding Waves

there is no leaving

the self-same sea

that pounds 

through my veins.

although my mind 

delights in carrying me off

like the spit of foam 

on the tide.


and i ride waves

thinking i know 


blindly tumbling

in the chase 

for fictious mermaids

beneath the surf.


a mouthful of dirt

and fire in my lungs,

i struggle

although i could place 

my feet below

on the sand, 

and stand,

and stand,

and fall,

and stand,

this commitment 

to love the ride

and the woman 

who beats the waves,

learning to stay

and stand, 

and stay.


Photo:“The Bather” by Cynthia Decker, Feminine Power Art

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

This poem is written in response to my previous poem, Mislaid. I have not stepped out from behind the poetry in a while. Although I write about mindfulness and the spiritual, there is much that I do not know or have not experienced. The writing is a way for me to see as I struggle with egoism revealed in the grasping for knowledge. One of the most difficult things for me is to have patience to stay with Mystery. It is not a Mystery that lives in some vast otherly place in the clouds, but one that is intimate and internal and requires the deepest trust (which I am often short on) in every moment. By fearing to embrace it, I am running away from my self and in doing so, everyone else. I flicker between self and soul. So even though you “follow me”, don’t follow me. Make your own way with strength and integrity. 

As the sun rises each morning, I write and watch the countries on the WordPress map light up. I wish to love you all. Stay strong. Stay true. I believe in you.

19 thoughts on “Riding Waves

  1. Your comment after your poem resonated at a deep level with as I sought to seek answers to why over Barb’s untimely death. I learned there are no answers to the why; the question, like the mystery, must be lived. The poet Rilke said it this way in a letter to a young poet, “Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet Thanks you for authenticity and post. Ray

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    1. Ray, thank you for sharing all that. I am sorryabout your wife. The line, ” you could not live them” truly resonates. My whole life has been spent in some field of education, searching for answers. It’s amusing to think that they seeking always brings you to such a profound unknowing and unconditioning. It’s the desire for the spiritual, for love and to give love which is the most “real”. Again, thank you.

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