meet me by the water:
we’ll count the waves
we’ll stop the breathing
we’ll ache the weaving
of pulses that make up
this complex never-less
ending
we’ll count the waves
we’ll stop the breathing
we’ll ache the weaving
of pulses that make up
this complex never-less
ending
dip into the depths
inch by inch
step by step
watch the water rise
its touch up your olive skin
donate your dreams
offload your worries
ask
and you shall be given
meet me by the water
where new beginnings
don’t exist
only transformations
into the new you…
the new us…
the new self
the new wholeness
and ask
without expecting
an answer
because
it is what it is
and the answer is already
tattooed into your fingers
as the lady who levitated
for no one else
will you smile
but for yourself
meet me by the water
count up to nine
and bring into being:
bhavanga
your self
simply wants to be
true
1 comment:
I do love this poen... than you for sharing it! New beginning don't exist...only transformations.
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