
Rivers of Glass
A moment of transcendence
Rivers of glass snaked across the path of the sea, sliding, gliding, coalescing into diamond points of infinity, mesmerizing me until I couldn’t breathe for the sheer delight of the beauty teasing, taunting, guiding me towards a glimpse into eternity.
And for a timeless moment, I couldn’t see “me” anymore.
The photo, and the moment, described in the poem are from a summer solstice day in Norway, way up above the arctic circle. All around, the sea stretched into infinity, only bounded here and there by granite peaks rising from the waters to touch the clouds. I have never had a moment where I felt so big, and also so small, or so connected to the matrix of “cosmic consciousness.”
Now, every time that I see the glint of sunlight on open water, I am transported back to the magical realm of that timeless moment, and I lose “myself” in the “all that is.”

I believe that to truly understand a poem, it needs to be heard. To hear the rhythm, the cadence, the emphasis, please listen to my recording of “Rivers of Glass.”






