lingering seas

let's sing and dance in the ocean of vibrations.

it's just outside the door and heating up the hearth. it's beating in our blood and swimming in our little mouths. bristling on our skin and playing in the sunlit strands of hair.

let's go and write a story about the humans who trekked for 40 days and 40 nights to find the boat that sailed them to the island of Belonging. we can find their bones in the rockpools at the beach and an eyelash or two in the lichen. 

let's paint a sunrise on the door and press our bodies up against the wood. it is the skin of our sisters after all.

i am just a human unsure of my place and trying to climb the ivy up the wall. with a war against the pockets of mind we have not conquered yet. the places we cannot see properly, but sit heavy behind our eyes.

but i know some places where stars are like dewdrops and the forest floor made us ballgowns. there are tiny wheels of cosmic delight and indigo stains paint themselves into the places the sunlight doesn't sit. butterflies and birds. and those without flight. weaving our roots to the earth while our heads play in miniature galaxies with the winged ones.

and we can feel ourselves held in the synergy and are blessed.