Wading into the Surf with Fifteenth Century Poet Sage Kabir at Wrightsville Beach, NC, Along with My Nine Year Old Son August
I agree, my friend, the water and the waves are the same.
Knowing their names does not make them different.
How quickly six hundred fifty years of wisdom
are occluded by a splash of salt water in the eye
as my son insists when we haul him again from under
his arms and up through the air that he be thrown
into the wave and not the water
Translations from the English 
Do I detect another houseguest willing be staying for a while at your house?
Sparkling fresh and uniquely original, my good friend! Always a treat to read your work!
Ron
Ron! So great to see you! Thanks!
Hmm. Kabir. This could get interesting!
Nice!
Do we have a successor to Mei??
Kabir just happened to be at the same edge of the world as we were this weekend…
Lovely. A fine poetic collaboration.
Wrightsville Beach, NC. My son and his family were just there for a week! Serendipity….
Indeed!