Always sippy the coffee and ponder the poem. Till it arrives and I lay it down here cause it must be written. AnD so it is.
Behemoths of stone thrown by giants into the sea
Lay quiet to the lick of water to rock and sand.
Melt my bare feet into the gritty moist
Gone to the moment’s kiss of water
Ahead where the tide leaves behind
In treasures of shell and polished stone
Glitter and pulse in the Sun’s reflect.
Gives excite to the gulls and terns that call
Asherah hand to mine in our silent commune
In this meet of Earth to Sea and Sun to quiet breath.
The breeze of wisdom fills my lungs
And the walk on water naked to the Spirit
Of this wise beach gives her story of long ago.
In the right now of what I swim deep to gather
As I walk on the tide of what is to come
When all that sand, and sea, sun and breath
Gather in my imagining ever present on my beach
That holds the eternal perfect in the Goddesses
Of my calling of Joy. peace, stillness, and
The swim deep of all that I am.
