Surf lingers from the turbulence below as I silently pause in
remembrance of my mother's womb
this rise and fall
Pristine horizons upon my gaze, laden with salted whiteness
recognizing what lies ahead, I am still
I can choose to be reborn today or hide a bit longer within my
watery shelter
This is not the earthling soil
steadfast in it roundedness
It is a gaze into intentional horizons of non Earth
Its balanced act between fluid water and flowing sky
Yet I recognize it and propel myself forward to be reborn again
beautiful!!!!!!
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