Revealing Our Inscape

Standing on your beach
I can feel your winds blow.
I can dance in the white blue
whirling of your clouds. Cold
are my fingers, touching
your salty water streams.


Now, down at your foamy
shifting surfline I kneel to
feel & see & shiver deeply
inhaling this coolness of
your holy emptiness and
the tender breathing of
your playful drawing lines.


Here, you awaken my
other eye and reveal
our hidden inscape,
this loving unity of being
you & me & the sea.


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