The mermaid dips into the ocean
Calling she is.
Her lover divine sweeping her up by the goddess within
Opening she is.
The waves
gently caress
playfull, splash, crash and
softness----
Humbly she is.
Who are you?
Who am I?
I love you.
Don´t I?
I suppose that depends...
do I love I?
Now she´s become shy.
Beautiful blush come out of your shell!
Turn on the gifts you´ve been given,
Dive in deep
Sweet surrender
into your Knowing
Bliss.
my bliss.
my sweet......breath
swimming
remembering
this is it.
I am the fish who flies between land and sea
Land and Sea
Is it you? Is it me? Let´s say we
are sailing smoothly
remembering
this is it.
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ResponderEliminarAn Imagined Apprenticeship
ResponderEliminarFor tutor I choose a sea turtle
so as to learn to surf star-gate currents
zooming just under the surface
of Earth's oceans, those veins of the Divine
floating close to Light-speed, even past it,
no matter.
I'd spend my nights writing (like now)
relaxed on the chiropractically-magical
curve of his or her enormous shell:
the type of exo-skeleton which one day might sit atop the skull of Earth's only beholder,
the new crown of Atlas.
Whorls of star-coral unfold
amid spontaneously created spirals
sprouting bouquets above below
around and within us as we slide
across the uncreated floors and shelves
of the cosmic undersea scaffolding.
Having turned through a curving corridor,
fraught with lost fish lingering in caves laden with temptation, we emerge from that shadowy canyon and plunge past the precipice, flying like cartoon Coyote,
only we know not to look down or allow doubt.
This is how we stay weightless.
(It's safer.)