Hello.

Welcome to my mind, heart, and soul — in characters

fluid

I’ve heard, and now I
listen .      The

sea has more than one voice — 

I find her...
whisper
and her...
roar

equally soothing and, ironically, 

grounding.


(Hum, exhale, inhale, then hold breath.)


... And still more, once fully 

submerged,


a  m  n  i  o  t  i  c


, the unique, low yet lilting murmur
of feeding
  the very lives she creates. The very life.


Earth’s indeceptively slow
and quietingly loud 

heartbeat.

The tides its
pulse.


No, we are not borne of fine, arid sediment:

Water to ashes,
Water to dust!


weathered

there is no “ is ” ( mother’s day )