(untitled) By Anna Little Bird Huff The ocean, at Sea Street Beach- that delicate, strong sea where first I directly fused with the Source, the Divine: the Deepness: that sparkling sea-lady at midwinter just past midnight- that shimmering church of the wildness- the spark in me reached to touch the Spark of Her there in the darkness the moonlight rippling the water stretching out slowly to touch eternity. There She is! for an instant only. That night the Lady came to welcome me. I saw Her in the waves. I have seen what Siddhartha saw, dancing there in the lotus blossom. © 2003, Anna Huff