Oceans
Beginning to feel the lift
As you start to drift.
Drifting into a magic land
Entering back into your heartland.
Feeling cool between your fingers
Noticing there are no other figures.
Feeling the sweep of the mounds,
Listening to the nature sounds.
Couldn't get any closer,
Closer to the mystery
And beauty of the sea.
Your soul is washed clean
And you begin to feel the green.
Touch of the frosty water
Makes you remember the hotter.
Curls moving power
Growing into beautiful towers.
Holding the fin tight
Preparing your for the flight.
Aching throughout everything
But starting to get into the swing.
The swing of things,
Getting used to hearing the same sing.
The sweet sing of the waves
And you recoginze the braves.
Loosing yourself to swells.
Being put under its swells.
The strongest force,
Mass,
Volume,
But the most welcoming.
Brings you to your inner peace
Your happiness only seems to increase.
Welcome the vibrations with an open mind
Let it bring your love and king,
Kindness and mindfulness
As you begin to feel timeless.
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