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I miss the ocean deep green and blue
I lived in her once, a time or two
I saw her charms,
Felt her calms and swells
I floated in her love, I sunk down into her kingdom.


Her natural expansion is of my soul.
Her current; my veins.
Her fierceness I only know of....
It is there as in any natural thing.
She has not had reason to be so.

Feel Knowledge

Many things have happened - many corners turned, feelings anchored, thoughts discarded, mind expanded, clues used, puzzles completed, realities revised, and a heart has grown. This is what I may write....

The clouds loom low overhead like realizations in my mind
Ready to scatter and move onto new regions, of knowledge-to-flight
Ready to reveal a sky, blue, clear of fright.

The water expands like the depth of my sight
I remember that rock in Cuba and the love I have for Her. She nears narrow but is forever wide, eyed, she breathes back the tide.

The headlights, in front, are minute and one-word defined. Dwellings sit dimly,
Lining Her boundaries but daring no further.
And I feel past them as tho they're an image-eye-nation.
But,
They are there, just as I am everywhere. I know them in me, for I've lived them freely.

The waves roll with reason un-fathomed. Wind-weary wandering is why I know. They come to me, not controllingly but openly; a comfort-sea.

The Circle speaks of small things that are powerful.
If you must ask, then you already know.
Let the small stuff grow.

And I still flow....