oceans – Ancient Skies

Memories in the Waves

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Sunlight on the waves, and seagulls declaring their glory remind me of so many summers ago.

Of rafting in the ocean, and fishing in the twilight. Of swimming in the waves, ducking under

and the 14 year old me, being liked by the brown haired girl. I wished I had asked her name.

Of Dad and I walking the boardwalk. Of fried chicken dinners, and so many shadows of him

still living here, as I walk barefoot in the wet sand.

Lord God, I do miss him, but thank you for my Dad.

Happy Father’s Day.

In My Love’s Eyes

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I find the universe in My Love’s eyes,

the earth,

the oceans

and skies.

Ocean Meditations II

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The rhythym of the waves speaking to who we truly are,

we are spirit

and in the quieting of our inner life

we remember

it was not always this way,

there truly was a connection.

And I realize now

the oceans cleanse us

from who

we were never meant to be,

restoring us,

so amazingly.

Horizon Meditation

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The white blur of wings descending,

following the infinite line

of two blues converging,

as rocks on the shore count

the rhythm of waves.

He leans against a pine tree

and closes his eyes,

focusing

on a prayer.

Seagull wings.

Streams Meditation

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Streams often meander, turning, descending,

flowing into our beings,

blending

strengthening our rivers,

our thirst for spirit satisfied

our dreams for refreshing

being answered,

until oceans fill us

encompassing even sunsets

over the waves.

Wordflow.

Light Within My Frame

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And I sought peace that day, gazing

into the infinite,

not as an umbrella

or linen garment

but more of a light

within my frame.

Purity.

Our Spirits Will Still Speak to Us

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In this age where beauty and revelation are wounded

from disease and fear,

our spirits will still speak to us,

as if oceans still lived in our frames,

and as strength filters back into us

we will be confident once again,

standing tall

even in the mist and the ruins.

The Colors of the Night Sky – Part II

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She had hoped and prayed that the purple would be strong. She could not hear them, but the people of her village were cheering having seen

the manifestation of colors. There was hope now that her mate would be found and the darkness that threatened them turned away, once and for all.

Having dunked her head 3 times the immersion was complete, as her tatoo on her chest glowed with her newly infused moonlight.

She made her way back to shore as the sun was beginning rise. She pushed her large frame through the waves without effort.

Her first vision of him began as she flipped back her hair. His hair was reddish brown…..muscular build…..was he a warrior?

He was inside something she could not understand……..

He angrily slammed another button increasing his internal air flow. “Warning!”, “Warning!” sounded in the cabin.

He silenced the alarm and winced at the pain in his leg. A crash landing had not been expected……..

She had seen the whole thing as only a seer could, and whispered into his mind…..

“I see you, and I am coming for you!”

He heard her voice but could only see an amazing array of colors……

In Every Heart Lives a Poem

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In every heart lives a poem, from the deep within,

from our spirits formed drifting

searching for the courage

to release the light,

the healing of phrases

making us new, encouraging our sparkle

from the sun.

The Rhythm of the Waves

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I love how the ocean listens to our prayers,

sometimes shaping the words

in the rolling of up

and down, flowing almost

as a liturgy.

And somehow we listen too

going deeper and farther

in our hearts,

with the rhythm

of the waves, carrying us.

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