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Standing at the edge of this ocean,
Surrendering to the zephyr stealing my breath,
Tides washing in and out,
I memorialize.

Sand moving in anticipation under my heels
Asks gently for tranquility.
Offering a message of constant evolution.

My water sign yearns to become again

… connected.

Cleansing tides wash away habitual patterns,
Life cycles to be acknowledged and
Detoxification of emotional debris.

Bhudi ,
stimulate my liquid systems.
Let your mudra settle this storm.
Give me the power of the waters to evolve in these times.

I want nothing more in this moment
Than to expect nothing in bliss.


The Words of Lady Sammy