a rollicking ocean, far reaching as the eye can see
salt-stained, light-catching, surf-crashing
tectonic plates shifting, rupturing, pressure I never meant to release seeping out
volcanos can not be soothed with pets and pretty words
trust me, I know. I've tried.
the sheen of rippling glass reflecting back depths
home to the host of teeming life
the great beast with heartbreaking beauty and bloody jaws, defying gravity, ten tons moving with rendered grace
colors, quarks, the charmed and the frightful, moving in one great life-cycle, birthing and living and devouring and birthing each other once again
sometimes the grandness of life steals the breath away.
the soft roar and penetrating whisper
expanding in open valleys and rushing over mountaintops
a thing no easier to catch than wind, no less present that air
thinner than bone and full as the sea
riddles of sinew and memory entwine whether listened to or not
this path is ever peppered with light and dark, ease and ache, joy and sorrow
Today I chose to walk it.
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