Floating on a common sea

We are all boats,
floating on the common sea
of love: different sizes,
shapes and colors,
but all sharing a common purpose,
all tied to the same dock.

Why point accusing fingers?
Too tall, too old,
too dirty, too plastic, too orange --
and why be vain about position?
Can't we just enjoy
this one shared moment
of serenity?
Because, you know,
the waves will rise again...


I wrote and posted this before my morning's reading in Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth.  Having now read that, I want to add this quote, which seems totally relevant:

"The quicker we are in attaching verbal or mental labels to things, people, or situations, the more shallow and lifeless our reality becomes, and the more deadened we become to the miracle of life that continuously unfolds within and around us.  In this way, cleverness may be gained, but wisdom is lost, and so are joy, love, creativity and aliveness.  They are concealed in the still gap between perception and interpretation. 

Of course we have to use words and thoughts -- they have their own beauty -- but do we need to become imprisoned in them?  Words reduce reality to... five basic sounds produced by the vocal cords... Do you really believe some combination of such basic sounds could ever explain who you are, or the ultimate purpose of the universe, or even what a tree or stone is in its depth?"