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Within the healing of nature, its not that our trauma is erased,
but it becomes somehow distant, further from us,
as if it was out to sea, washed
by ocean waves, reshaped
by the wind.
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Oceans will hold our prayers, as we walk along the shore
breathing in the peace of rolling waves, washing us.
And forests will hold us, safely
in our weakest moments,
until we have reached the top
of the mountain,
fully aware
and confident,
having walked
with the sacred,
that yes, we can trust,
the Divine
with our future,
as we lift
our hearts to the sky.
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It seemed as if his spirit lay quietly over the open sea, with grey clouds
oppressing, pushing down with snowflakes
falling, covering the gentle movement
of the waves, then melting
or was it only a piece of him
a fragment?
A memory of the sun broke
the grey, and suddenly it did let go,
and he was moving again
a wave roaring
washing the shore,
sparkling
in the winter sun.
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As oceans pull us away, and bring memories again even of our first creation,
poetry will fill our spirits, as we drift further into
the unlimited, meeting the sky
where dolphins play,
just under the surface, and dancing
rewrites
the stories of our scars.
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Walk on spirit, walk on, past the shadows lingering
from our political ashes
beyond the rhetorical chains
walk on, and run into the safety
of earth and sky, where oceans release
our humanity, and poetry sings
a sweet melody,
into the center of our hearts,
where love is remembered
pulled out, rescued
from the lifeless
museum.
Walk on spirit, walk on.
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An endless ocean awaits those who seek the sky
falling as they search for peace
spirits in fragments, and yet
holding onto their hearts
they are filled as they reach out
within the deepest parts
of who they are.
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When our eyes are filled with blue, when our peace
returns to us from the ocean
we can stand more firmly
as we write another chapter
in our hearts.
Being made whole again.
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