.
Oh
.
I think
I’ve made a mistake
.
I thought I was the ocean
water and salt filling my bones
that I could continually wash to shore
over and over and over and over and over and over
.
no
I’ll not do it
if it means love has to wait
for me to be flesh
tender
as all living things
.
who am I
but
human
.
.
photo: Matt Wisniewski
Poetry of Light 
lessons
~
our
biggest
mistakes
~
earthquakes
under
water
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language can be so ambiguous
even when words
are strung together with intent…
all slipping and sliding across the page
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understnadnig
mistakas
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thanks for the sedn off
tim ffr vacatiaion
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kr8t
nu
paturns
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no…no more patterns
I’m done with that
I’ll take it as it comes
as every thing else alive does
I’m not talking about a human “love ” relationship in this poem. I wrote this in a moment of acknowledgement of my own
preoccupation with “humanness”…
The love here akin to the love that creates everything…
loves everything in equal measure
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funny
I was just outside
watering
plants
thinking
~
overplanning
versus
letting life
unfold
~
there
is so much beauty
when we are open
to seeing
experiencing
life
as it happens
~
a rectangle
can’t be forced
into a
circle
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I liked the way they melded together.>KB
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Thanks KB….the words slipped out and found the picture waiting in the wings
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…transition…love…waiting…there is this sense of purpose…a sense of yielding to a meaningful call…and if there is this call, then there could be a revelation…a revelation that could be trans- formative, enlightening, life-altering…in any case, there could be some profound changes…the key as i see it is in the waiting and in deep understanding and humility…this means being true to life, which is a path to personal growth…
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Poems, ourselves, love can be viewed in so many ways…each moment unique. Your comments, always so hopeful, Virgilio. Thank you.
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yes…timing…when to move forward…when to stay in the moment…honoring one self….thank you for your words!
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So true, Jane…in any relationship the sensitivity to timing within and without is a consideration… how delicately we sail upon the vast ocean of self and other
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The tide of our weakness and our strength is played over and over and over.
The rebellion of humanness is balanced in the return to our still centre. Great post, and photo.
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Thank you Teri for summing it up so well…xxoo
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another pearl. there’s an aura of timelessness in all your verse … i especially love how you punctuate this poem with images of the sea. xo tony
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why thank you Tony….
some of these verses are small watery birthings….I find myself again in the commenting with generous friends like yourself.
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We are ship to shore
me a lighthouse
adoring
and you bobbing up and down,
back and forth
on the waves
teasing
you glide effortlessly,
exploring the depth of blue
waters,
zigzag over hot currents
coasting past coral reefs
I want to reel you in
though you need no mooring,
no anchor
instead you set off
your sudden impulse
to chart a course, to weather
and brave monsoons,
in search of the pearl
in your life.
we are ship to shore
but can’t you see?
the wind will cast you away
the ocean might swallow you
whole
If I let go
we will become severed
your spirit will be free.
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What a beautiful complimentary verse, Lee, that spins another tale we go round and round. I am loving this corroboratory spirit with my fellow writers as we give flesh to our distinct and individual voices. Thank you for gracing these pages!
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Thank you Jana, when you wrote about your grand daughter I was drawn too with thoughts about my daughter Isabel, seeing her from the shoreline as she swims out into the waves, I stand on tiptoes, holding my breath, instinctively I want to reel her back in.
It’s a struggle for me learning to let go with her, trusting my daughter to swim without me, seeing she’s managing without me, she a big girl…but it’s still a struggle. So it’s a love poem this bond, this cord between, and about letting go.
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Lovely…as is everything I’ve read here so far. Thanks a ton for following my “Randa Lane…” haiku blog as I now follow yours with anticipation and delight! Yours is the most mature poetic voice I’ve read anywhere online or elsewhere…in quite some time! Bravo!
-R-
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What an encouraging compliment… thank you! I’m glad you are finding something on these pages.
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“I thought I was the ocean”
You were, you are still, and you will always be the ocean. Every drop of water – You. You Created it, You sustain It, You are It.
At least, that what science and theory have proven Me to be.
Thanks for the bread crumb, Jana.
Peace on Earth,
Ik
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I am, we are, indeed, Erik…
Inside I am the ocean
Rolling over mountains
Water and salt fill my bones
Until the rain leaves softer footprints….
This poem is a counterpoint to Slipping. It is the balancing of “humanness” that impresses upon me….a delicate reciprocity.
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The washing away of our mistakes over and over and over again. This piece is a wonder.
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