On the craggy cliffs of Jamaica’s western shore, an out-of-body experience.

Looking out
luminous Caribbean bends and sways
black ink beckoning in darkness
foaming wild around fingers of lava stone.

How exquisite it would be to slip in
a smooth decent in silence.

sliding away from the Knowing,
release of muscle and bone, shaking off past and pain
flight of heart and mind, salt dissolving the no longer.

Pitching forward
breathing in brine and breeze
lulled by the sleep of forever …
but for that touch from nature’s hand
observing from just behind.

Turning away shoulder from the tide, the edge of night
pressing closely, pushing inward to the Truth of the Root
casting away of wicked thought, filling of well with water

urgent now,
revealing the case for holding on
in the glow of light and love.

• Janet Muniz is an award-winning professional writer known for informative articles, inspiring blog posts and effective video content. This is today’s entry on her blog, The Shape of Trees. Drumville Cove Jamaica photographed by Kevin Riley.