We’re chum for the gods,
dropped into the sea
to lure out the beauty
stored in deep water
from before time began
when only mineral
and fire ruled the earth.
She can’t resist
the sparkling scales
of our foolish wit,
the way we twist and turn
in shifting currents,
singing to her
of the times
we walked together,
longing for her graceful hands
to lift us once more
onto the sunlit shore
of our belonging.
OH, YEAH! Kudos, Poet Brother…
Beautiful.
From one chum to another — let’s keep on walking!
Whatever Earth Mother has need of by my hand, she shall have it.
oh Don, what a spin of the lure. I am caught with these words.
Thank you for your Beauty, Brother.
What a sweet scene you had painted…
I smiled all the way through this one, Don.
lovely Don
water air earth fire moving in eternal & transcendent rhythm through the sacred cycles of this holy earth
the holy earth of my own body
excerpt from a Greater Work
and so we all look forward to ever more from you
lifted up upon our sunlit shores
within the Everlasting db