Whangaumu Bay

And the sea from which we come...

Out of darkness

I watch the day create itself

around me with the dawn; all these colours

coming together to form a sea, a sky, a beach, a land

as if I birthed this with my own eyes, seeing it into being

as a God might by the pure love of life; by all the joy of living.

On the beach outside a figure walks - soon it will be

me, washed into the day by the outgoing tide

where the water sucks at the sand

and the light licks the sweet

lollies of the rocks so

lustfully.

There is so

much more to sea

as the land opens itself,

unlocked by the ocean every day

and a climb around a headland reveals

a new secret scene to be seen first by my new eyes.

Each sight surging in and filling me the way the waves

will fill this cove as the tide turns and the water,

moon pulled, urging, rushes forward

then falls back, dragging the

substance of earth

clattering.

The cliffs

are gardens;

stone graced with

life where land ends

ocean begins, and one

world becomes another.

Leaving me to clamber along the border -

a fragile, warm thing, grown inside

my Mother, lulled by her water;

an amniotic ocean my cells

will remember

instinctively,

always,

ever.

Whangaumu Bay - by Meg :)

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And of course the Earth is the Mother of us all;

we need to treat her better,

and each other.

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