Liquid Embrace

Originally posted October 23, 2009

There are hideaways in this desert world.  They must be searched out or stumbled upon by chance, but they are there.  Sequestered locales against time and her demands are tucked away amidst the crush of life, safe havens to cushion our occasional fall.  Quietude and rest after a storm, the breeze laced with a fine scent of creosote.  The air, now pure from her cleansing, is free from the residue of our modern advances.  Gone are the particles and emissions of our progress.

The primary element of our being and the nest of our origin, offering and return, withdrawal and offer again.  Standing on this littoral plain, I feel the tugging on my soul; my being is drawn nearer to the mother of life.  Filling my ears are the whispers and stirrings of her core.  In her arms there is peace.

All that flies against me in every day is gone, with only her stirring presence around me.  Crashing waves and the gentle tide, purging the shore and offering her rest.  Salty mists are her kisses, the waves are her liquid embrace, all consuming, touching everywhere, a healing salve to my weary soul.

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2 responses

  1. This is so beautiful. What great imagery it provokes. Well done!

    February 13, 2010 at 6:06 pm

    • Why, thank you! And thank you for visiting the blog. 🙂

      February 13, 2010 at 6:40 pm

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