becoming Beauty

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Becoming Beauty

face up floating

in a sea of glass

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Beauty lies below me

 in the elemental caprice of

sunlit patterns reflecting sky

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Beauty circles above me

in clouds collecting salted tears

We all become the ocean when it rains

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Beauty walks behind me

with gravity leaving footprints

Its strength the shifting sands

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The wind of Beauty

blows quietly within me

ever seeking itself without measure

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The source of this gorgeous photo is unknown

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Assembling

ahingas

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Ahingas at dawn

poised between the viscous and the thinning

drying their wings

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Algae blooming

convoluted and impatient

now remembering their place

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A  young man  with dark eyes

continually filling his truck bed

with damaged and forest overgrowth

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Muscling new piers with humor

immersed in sea water

they’re building the new bridge

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The many Gods speaking as the roots of Origin

actively assemble

the thaw

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 I sat on the dock overlooking the fresh water lake each day watching the ahingas. They are cousins to the cormorant and pelican, sometimes called “snakebird” as they swim submerged except for their heads above the water. Their feathers aren’t waterproof like ducks, so they open and dry their wings off before being able to take flight. There’s a lot of silent standing, occasional diving, gliding and wing drying….but mostly just standing there facing the light.

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Photo…”Ahingas” Meher Baba Center, North Myrtle Beach, SC

Lumens

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The push the pull the moon’s sculpting hands

Its broad face spilling transparent

over lunar mountains

Full bright

but veiled by cloud’s chattering

Obscured

yet still felt in the marrow

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With a tactile sensing

for the peaks and dark hollows

My blood its own compass

I map the edge of the sea

as the tide recedes

filling the carved pools as it leaves

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The clouds drift away in their own mystery

as the moon glides free

in luminous ascending

and I sway as a puppet in a shadow play

bathed in luminous manna

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Pencil sketch and poetry: j.h.white

note: a photo attributed to Joshua Black Wilkins was the inspiration for the sketch. ( I was unable to verify the source however)