Ocean Mother

Embroidered poetry.

In the flows of light 

Of the shimmering tides 

I saw Her dark face shining bright. 

Crowned by the Moon and Stars, 

The Serpent rises. 

Guarding the most precious gift of life. 

From the realm of darkness, 

Where the soul must dwell,

And drink from the naked brilliance 

Of the Stars above. 

A revealing silence from the deep Seas, 

The perfect emptiness of Nature’s streams. 

Floating in the endlessness of the world’s womb 

In the stillness of this void, 

Deeper to the epiphany of the Self 

Hearing, Seeing, Feeling 

Nothing else.

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