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on a ship of skin
wrapped around bones of bow
and flesh of stern
and a mast of hair
led by the heart of She who is
mounted firmly in front
guiding and leading
lending Her intuition to
steering as I spin the wheel
turning into the waves
leaning into the winds that
carry the scent of wildflowers blooming
on distant shores alive and pulsating with the
hum and beat of drums deep within the caves
as Her heart beats into the
earth and water, air and fire of Her Core.
feel the rhythm that pulsates
into the ocean and up to this ship that
sails me into world and form.
Sailing . . .
born in a rush that carries me
down the mountain in the turbulent river
cold and invigorating
to burst into the Light.
Then, a reversal of birth as I
tuck my head into bent knees and
feel the world
until I am once more only the ocean.
Merged, I can see the ship
that sailed me home . . .
Sailing in the distance
riding gentle waves
floating in peace,
I smile to see it from here
to feel with compassion her curves and angles
her grace when she remains within her element
and from here I can see the colors of courage
that were not apparent when too close
see the reds and purples of her hull
the blues of her mast
the green tints of rails reflecting her union with elementals.
She sails the ocean but without her billowing sheets raised high
she goes nowhere
needing the wind to move her across the vast distances
needing the light of sun and stars to find direction.
As she sails to distant shores
she opens her portholes to the visions of diversity and
welcomes aboard the skirts and trousers
the babes in swaddled clothing held to mothers' breasts
the golden grains
the sweet fruits
intriguing spices new to her decks of salty brine.
Rainbows walk into her heart and are welcome.
She does not change to become her guests
because then she could not carry them in her heart as they truly are
and she would sink into the depths for not being who she is.
And so she rests in her curved bones and
polished skin and takes on ballast when needed
so she can remain afloat
remain true to her own construction and
hand-carved lovingly-endowed Figurehead
leading the way
true to her feminine nature
yet holding with compassion the
lights of vision that guide her to
manifest the shores of experience and knowledge
that have been invited aboard;
the discernment and fire of discovery
the drive to explore rather than drift aimlessly
the rudder of her currents directed by
whale and sped on by dolphins and
opened to air by the antics of behemoths
spewing and spraying
and soaring for breathless moments
out of their element and
sharing the wisdom of becoming and being and doing
whether it is our nature or not--briefly.
And so she realizes her potential to sail the seas
and be free and at ease
upon the unity of divine knowing and allowing and
creating a reality in which she is perfectly at home
while still being part of the world,
part of the word,
the sounds of form,
as she remains content to sail the oceans, solitary,
yet treasure her forays into bay and harbor during quiet or storm,
to experience all then sail away again
air puffing out her sails in broad gentle curves
and with easy movements,
tacking into the wind,
divining her true course on the broad ocean.
Sail away . . .