I call to thee,
The clouds and the sea,
The blue sky my alibi
As I lie in the reeds,
Hidden in the dunes,
Waves at my feet,
Gulls crying out, stoic sentinels
Waiting to nip the scuttling crabs -
They scatter the breeze,
And I call to thee,
Fluid rhythm of being in the now,
At one with the Sun, the sand, the scallop shells,
All memories gone, all thoughts tamed,
This is who I am, nothing yet everything,
Silent yet vibrating,
Vibrating yet silent,
The pulse of the Earth my heart,
The sky above my Soul,
This is who I am…
This is who I am.
The clouds and the sea,
The blue sky my alibi
As I lie in the reeds,
Hidden in the dunes,
Waves at my feet,
Gulls crying out, stoic sentinels
Waiting to nip the scuttling crabs -
They scatter the breeze,
And I call to thee,
Fluid rhythm of being in the now,
At one with the Sun, the sand, the scallop shells,
All memories gone, all thoughts tamed,
This is who I am, nothing yet everything,
Silent yet vibrating,
Vibrating yet silent,
The pulse of the Earth my heart,
The sky above my Soul,
This is who I am…
This is who I am.
Dena L Moore
March 11, 2024
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