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13 Poems To The Sea

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SEACARVED CAVES

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How the softly lapping ocean waves..
with patient chisels.. lick and lave..
newly sculpting seacarved caves
turning convex to concave.

The rocks found
in her shallows
she has turned
to rookery hollows.

She has sculpted
the coral reef
to make room for scallops.

Inland the falls roar
the falls thunder
faster breaking rocks asunder
as Spirit too can make
new holes in hearts of stone.

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CURRENTS

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Sad was the sea of Being
that she was not a river of doing
so God gave her currents

PENGUINS AND PELICANS

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Cold water penguins

anarchic in the Antarctic

while warm sea pelicans
 avoid the jelly cans

http://www.mad-cow.org/

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OCEAN MIRROR

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Some project that the sea raves
as she smashes rocks with awesome waves
which daily nurse with tidal milk
her mosscarpeted

hungrymouthed caves

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CONFIDES

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The silent sea to
her confides
that though daily
do his highest tides
subside and to
deeper places slide...,
he stays by her side
He ever does
with her abide.

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TEMPLE OF THE SEA

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Under the rays of the ocean moon
one sees the rocky temple of Neptune.
The temple is gray but its deity
sea is blue.
The temple is frozen in form.. the
sea is flexible and formless.
The temple has fallen stones
but unchanged is the seathrone.

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SCULPTOR

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They argued whether Michelangelo's Pieta
or Kamakura's Amita Buddha was greater...
while yonder
is the sea wonder

She has whittled the driftwood
and etched stairs in the cliff

We see
that the oarcleft sea
returns to whole

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SANDSCRIPT

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The sandscript by seaweed strewn
has been erased by the rising tide
and the writ of clouds' calligraphy
has been in the eve rained away
Spirals of mountain morn mist
by the noon sun were dismissed
but all on canvas, film and
rice paper remain
and  all in akasha remain

RESURRECTING SEA

How does the sea heal?

He is trustworthy
Greater than the seal of
the confessional
is the secrecy of the sea.

He is freeing.
I look upon the vast empty canvass
of his seas
and I am released..
free to write my destiny.

He is resurrecting.
As his waves crash upon the rocks
he reconnects me to divine energy.

He is harmony.
My body begins to beat to
the rhythm of his waves
and I return to peace.

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CALL OF THE SEA

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Ubiquitous is the voice of the Sea
in the steady raindrops' beating of the leaky roof's peachcan
drum...in the trickle of spring's melting snow..in the brook's cheery
chirping wintershaking as he seaward faster flows
in summer's
lightning and rainpour
in the waterfall's awesome roar
in powerful
Mississippi's silent murmur
in the portal waves' omkar*
Millenial
temple to Poseidon
stands on his shores..its granite
rectangles crumbling.. while His pourable Blueness remains. Rockgirt
tide pools, and bonegirt eye depths remind us of Him.
Down from his
heights His Royal Lowness Piscean
calls his brother Capricorn
From her
crystallized opposition with the magnetism of His
limitless pull He
calls Mother Earth. How does he heal? the sea?
With his lowlying
humility? Proud rivers must stoop to take padnamaskar.In every conch
shell hear his gulls. In every place where lovewaters gather and
pool..hear his call..summoning all to his vastness his majesty Sooner
or later every drop will rush to His call.(to the 12th chamber in
everyone's soul mansion)* based on Baba's sentence (to the Avatar and
all His children drops)(padnamaskar: touching the feet of the Guru)

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DIRECTOR'S CHAIR

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Pat Leigh asked God who her
teacher was and was given a vision 

not of a high lifeguard chair nor a low sunbather's chair

but a director's chair 

facing the ocean.
Perhaps it meant her teacher was

God who can control
the ocean's roll
or He
who can walk
on the sea's liquid scroll

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SEA CRASHING UPON ROCKS

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We do not always want
the sea to be at peace.. or to be specific
we
don't always want
a pacific Pacific
At times we want to stand on a
mountain above and watch the waves
crash upon the rocks.. the sound
is shakti itself

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BANISHED MIST

The sun has the dawn sea kissed
and away banished her sad mist.

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-saiom shriver-

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