“DON’T STAND WITH THOSE WHO DENY”
~ Brene Brown
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See Sea Si Si!
Shimmer Slide not knowing why Knot Seized Knot prised Sea comes high, untied, Untired. Sea Sun irreverent seasons Irrelevant, ocean simply Keeps on coming. Cut glass, sharp winter Shivers shimmers Briny bathers Peeks n troughs and simply laughs.
See Facets blinding Arrive a wake Aware Twice tidal daily Up and down In and out Froth bubble milk Shakes me boxing all a bout.
Swollen crests her Trenchant troughs, Breasted swollen Ocean comes and Comes and comes relent Less a Gain! Re Turn she beckons, she reckons, No thought no care no shape or form Frame Less waving briny depths Arrive, Shows Up as is, No pre Tension No pre Thought In this one moment simply To give what she is. Open horizons Limit less azure mid winter skies, One of two creatures may Be scene, Beached buried beneath The multi faceted face Felt fully potent Ride ride writhe Untamed uncaged not feral But in unseen true natured wild depths, It is simple, it is End less, it is limit Less, raw unique water water every where not a drop to drink But wash and wave and weave and ride Thrive writhe a gain and a gain and a gain we the lucky ones witness so common we may miss it, As her own broken salt waters One Only Ocean Wild, genteel, storming How ever she pleases How ever she chooses No plan no rhyme or rhythm or pattern Each momentous arrival unique One moment pleased One moment left or right Each moment true high or resting low, she Breaks, she flows, and she simply Seas re Turning To Her Source of whence she came. |