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She (The Ocean)
She
is the ocean
and I
but a drop of water
She lies
waiting
as I
fall from the mountaintop
rolling and
tumbling
along the rivers
ever
traveling
ever yearning
to be
part of Her
to add
my essence
to her whole
but
She is the Ocean
and I
a drop of water
my
importance is
small
an' yet
I travel on
till I
lie once again
cradled in
Her arms
for She
is the Ocean
and I
but a drop of water
Literature
Symbols
There are symbolic meanings
to everything you do.
As life passes through art,
you live that symbol too.
Not just in great works
and not just in great words.
Tell, do you know why your heart swells
to see a flight of birds?
Because life is carried through on symbols
what gives meaning to a kiss
is the closed eyed vulnerability.
Same goes for clasped hand wishes.
Life is never as straight as you would think.
There are symbols all around us.
From an obvious flag
to a cast down glance, thus.
Literature
Loving , Praying
If I'm feeling lonely
I write love in skies
If fear does own me
If I'm tired of lies
I hold on to the truth
In everything I love to do
Birds so deeply blue
They are flying by
I wish I close my eyes
I too shall somehow fly
I write love in the skies
Praying ,knowing it is love
Hoping it is someday enough
Jill
Literature
Droplets
Each droplet celebrates.
Together, they form a symphony of life,
A rising blaze in the furnace of being
Tranquility unfolds like sails
on a ship headed for the horizon.
In the brief glimpse of our
cosmic journey.
I hush beneath the rays
of that essence—
an extraordinary place
Where hope
and rest entwine,
Waves return softly
to their source.
We glide, frolic on the tempest’s
cloud-blown winds,
beneath a comforting sky.
Fragments of ourselves—
intertwined, splintered
like carnival confetti
cast into the breeze.
The firm tug of life gives way
to a liberating release.
A vibrant and shapely
balloon breaks free,
soaring skyward,
its tethered life now
adrift in open skies.
The weight of my deeds
no longer burdens me.
I’ve emerged from the long
entanglement of vines.
Silent shouts turn radiant—
and at last, I have triumphed.
Once violent, the world lies quiet,
unheard but not absent.
In a string of alternate realities,
the sun—victorious—
stretches forth
The feeling of yearning, the desire to be part of something more than self, such as a drop of water making its way down to the ocean
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