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.
Shanti
Shanti
Shanti
March 13, 2010 at 2:50 am
Very beautiful flow of words and tone in this poem…enjoyed reading it.