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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Water, water, dear water, Mater Mare. Where would I be without you, my wet, wet milieu? Water is the medium that bathes my cells, my blood, my fluid within, derived from the primordial ocean, aeons ago, still tasting of its salt. I live bedside the sea, no other place would I, or could I be, born a Piscean. For the ocean, river, lake, pond, drip and drop, even tiny pitter patter splats sustains me in body and soul. If I was dragged away from the sea, dripping wet, and I would die. I willed my ashes to be tossed upon the sea when I pass away. From Water to Water, I be. Daily I make my pilgrimage to walk along the beach and swim in the ocean waves. To imbibe the meditative rhythm of the tides and surge of the waves, to and fro, in and out, surging splashing on the shore around my body. I walk along the strip of sand washed between tide in and out, so that I leave no footprints to desecrate the beach shore, so perfect. I love the wedding gown train crescents left on the smooth glistening wet sand with each wave as it surges up the beach. At night, I hear the sea shanties sung by waves lapping on the shore, moody and reflective. I hear the sounds of waves whooshing and hissing, splashing and dashing, surging up the shore and back. This performance is so calming and charming to me and the bird flocks. Unlike a forest or a park, every day the sea is different, never the same. Yet like an old friend, forever familiar to seafarer me as the sea and shore. The rhythm of the sound, and visual surge of images are my meditation, I come daily to the shore to be refreshed, adorned and pray homage, to 'Mater Mare', the mother and matrix, and womb of all life, here, on Planet Water. On a calm day you can hear all the seashell choir stranded on the beach, sighing sea shanties under their breath. I am one of them, now and forever.
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