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Seahorse
Swallow me, the churning sea
The dark stars and tidal waves
That threaten me, sweep over me
Restless surface, disturbs my soul
To the god Shiva I offer up
My utter dissolution, destruction
Everything is predicated
On the rising of the seahorse
On the sharpened prickly spears
Of the carbon black sea urchin
That shatters the firmament
And the endless gray coastline
That haunts my heart eternally
Swim with me, set me free
The fractured shattered oblivion
Such as this, these dolphin years
Dreams of a silver crescent moon
Slivers that descend unknown depths
And call out to forgotten mythic titans
Everything is as it should be
Death defies the rotting cetaceans
Littering beaches like trampled ants
Yet we shall never decay or fade away
Animal spirits spilling from earth’s naval
Rainbow warriors to heal the wounds
And teach the sacred ways once more
Another of yours has drawn my
Another of yours has drawn my attention. Perhaps because I finally meditated today after a long stint without. Your words seem to speak to my reawakened spirit. :)
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It's always hard to get back
It's always hard to get back into meditation after not doing it for awhile, the mind seems to just wander!!!
yeah, seems so easy to make
yeah, seems so easy to make exuses not to. But my practice was only 20 minutes, twice a day. There shouldn't be excuses! 'course, I still find them.... living on the road these days so it's even easier to come up with them. Hope to see more of your work on here. :)
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Cetaceans
An image of death that is very poignant. Not a poem for enjoying, one for contemplating. ~A~