“Direct the intention seaward,” and “Asunder, sticking to the hurricane like glue.”
Direct the intention seaward, where kelp forests sway like cathedral tapestries,
And the hush of the deep folds inward, a silence vast enough to hold the ache of longing.
Let your thoughts unfurl like sea anemones, soft and trembling,
Reaching for the light that dances down in scattered gold
And the hush of the deep folds inward, a silence vast enough to hold the ache of longing.
Let your thoughts unfurl like sea anemones, soft and trembling,
Reaching for the light that dances down in scattered gold