the urge to be close to water
to wade in and swirl
and to be taken
to shores far beyond
the urge to be embraced by water
to feel its comings and goings
to be one with the flow
moving through my body
moving through my body
the river bank
the big Mother Ship
the lapping sound
of the source
the sea of the Northern Land
giant waves thundering towards
the beach - skidding pebbles
like shooting missiles
but I stand
I withstand
I go with
I am
the urge to be close
to be embraced
by the source
there is healing in that
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