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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

View From the Bottom of the Sea

on July 9, 2014

The sea’s a mystic thing,
From ancient time the mother of us all.
Her children sailed abroad to search new lands,
Braving waves, wild storms and thirst of deadly calms.
Becoming students of her ways,
Receiving wisdom – fee paid in full.

Once I knew living’s Sturm und Drang,
And passion’s steamy dream
By love inspired.
Three times held new-born sons in wonderous joy.
Watched as lessons learned they wandered off
Beginning age-old cycles of their own.

Surprised, I learned new cycles, too.
With hours and days to savor things
Remembered yet unplumbed in younger years,
Charmed gift of words revived.
I am transported to another realm
Where I can create life anew.

I had not thought that calm and comfort lived
In lines I write, and stories told, as I have heard.
The seas above are challenging and rough.
I sailed them once upon a time.
My home lies now beneath the waves on quiet ocean’s floor.
And words I write reflect the view from here.


5 responses to “View From the Bottom of the Sea

  1. This is just beautiful and touching. The kind of stuff that bring tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing!

  2. vivachange77 says:

    Thank you. I’m finding I’m in love with writing poetry from time to time. It means a lot to me that you respond.

  3. vivachange77 says:

    PS. I’m nominating you for Very Inspiring Blogger Award. I’ll send a more formal message with the requirements of your accepting (which you probably know). I truly understand if you choose not to. I think it is a time consuming process.

  4. Scott says:

    This is wonderful. It has so much depth and meaning. You are truly a gifted person.

  5. vivachange77 says:

    Thank you. Writing 101 has revealed my gift to me. Writing spills out from somewhere deep inside of me, from a room whose door I had not known to open. It’s an humbling experience.

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