Sand and sea I smell you as you blow over me.
Sweetness from the grass rushes in and softens my heart.
Mouth parting to inhale, my walls break for a moment long enough to remind me of the tender being that lives in salt caves near shallow ponds, hidden beneath the rock walls of the sea.
©3/19/10 including photo by Danya Mosgofian
~A storm is nature's way of kicking up dust, showing us the dark corners we've neglected so we can clean them out and begin anew. And sometimes storms are simply there to throw us off balance, to change the angle from which we view life and force us to see things from a different vantage point... even if that means looking up from our bottoms, mouth gaping wide~
Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
I like this one A LOT.
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