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Post Storm

Post Storm

 

She came in anger or playfulness

      her wrath/love we saw

      destroyeth/createth new confines

            thine fighting/embracing now past

     

            heavy crash/loving lap

            meeteth her confines

 

            thine ocean waves/thine bloody pulse

                  thine waters lap thine shores

                  thine blood laps thine cells

 

            mouldeth/endureth our confines

 

            messages from the depths

                              thee so carryeth

 

            touch/embrace

 

            cuddle/caress

 

So do her inner and outer seas

 

            ebb and flow

            arteries and rivers

            pulsing on

                  in endless embrace

                        nature and her creations

                              constant motion

                              entropy on

                              forward march!

                        change can be thine only constant

                        each day createth anew

                              predict?

                              cannot!

 

            no grand plan be

            no “it is written”

           

            it is ongoing

            it makes history

 

     

            moment by moment

            eon by eon

 

            sage cannot foresee

            since future not yet be

 

            all being universal consciousness

                  knows not “what next”

                        ‘till next comes to be

 

            we cannot know

                  since “it” does not know

 

            what will be will be

            the future is not ours to see

                  que sera-sera

 

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