November 2005 The Mermaid Speaks

November 2005 Mermaid Speaks

11/03/05

Have we grown in retreat?
The tides say so.
I am not sure.
As we tumble to
and fro,
I ask the hurled over
turned questions
to crystal
the sand so evenly
distributed
on a beached intention.
Does the tide know anything about
earthbound air?
She has a lovely stare
to take in the care
of things prone to gravity,
but does the tide really know?
I am betwixt and between,
and sometimes
this is
just a conflict
without
resolution.

11/05/05

Out in edges
frayed for
fabric sake
weaving the weaver to
her game.
No win,
and lose,
or points
to choose.
Each corner,
stretched,
no angle,
just curve.
Come contour,
take shape, we
have called you out,
for the sake,
of
love and
love alone.

11/06/05

Was water silent
at the beginning
of your life?
Only a motion without
a single sense separating
it into
sound?
Was their anything
but wet?
And how do we
know what it
is when it
is
as new?
Nothing separating
the if and you.
A palm a cradle,
a bloom
the blessing;
as tiny we grow
till grown
we go
on and on and on.

11/08/05

underneath
there is a surface
beyond your
sense of
self.
It is a new type of
training
in the reality
of possibility.
so awaken your choice:
unearth
the submerged,
buried double substrate.
Doubled for the journey and
the challenge...sink into
the unknown, as it rises
to meet your wildest
dreams realized.

11/12/05

Fish swimming
deep
beyond contracted
contradiction,
but in opposite
direction.
Widens the water
line,
and opens
the totem
to interpretation.
Are we?
What?
Is it too cryptic to
part?
The ocean's uniform
gaze stretched into
folding waves upon
the preseeue to
concieve.
No relief,
an edge just falls out
asking to be
found.

11/30/05

Shock waves
unleash the frozen trace
of love
in its place
of hiding.
So, hear mucking about,
I find the breathing stump of
survival asking for another
chance at grace giration
generating multitudes
of tadpole like creatures not
sure of their form of origin.
All is especially, significantly unique.
Lest the shock render us
memory-less,
I am here to remind.
All that has raised from the depths through
sudden surrender let go control
allow flow,
is the stuff that
will lead us
home.
Cradled rocking arms
ocean wrapped warm around
all beings fighting change's
eventual power to persuade
every being its right
to re-create, re-invent, and
re-locate self in sense-
limitless.