Crest of the Ocean

Today has been a deep exercise in letting go and trusting in the Universal flow of the Divine within me and around me -

How can I continue to move and create from trust in the Divine essence of who I am -

An immovable force propelled forward by life itself.

Change, Change, Change whispers like the beats inside my heart. As I evoke this next evolution with Divine purpose and trust.

How can I open with love - thicker than water.

The blood drips through my veins onto paper that merges and emerges with gentle metamorphosis that rips my false selves in half -

wail and screech into the dark night,

a chasm that feels like sadness ensnared fear herself and fades the diamond dust entering her oceans with sad lust - lonely sensuous sensuality.

To be fully seen and to trust that oceans open up and the waves become weaker as I open the crest of my chest and allow the Divine to reach into the cavern of my soul -

to pick apart the stories I've told myself to keep myself warm at night and to shoulder the cold with a stiff upper lip and silver metals in my spine -

a creative creature made of Earth, Wind, Ocean and Fire.

Catching fires with the back of my hands and raising storms that raise each hair on your neck.

A weapon of unconditional love - I am -

Giving it first unto myself,

Before sharing it with the land.