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Sea Series, Poem 4: Casting Off (This Mortal Coil)

When you cast your boat off that dock
Your trust is with the builders, with the ideas
Of man, who saw nature and found a way
To hoist sails and lay boards just so.

This connection, this estuarine moment,
Your river of a life, meeting the sea,
Takes all of you. No longer a riparian
Bystander, you lift your sails to the sun.

Whatever maelstrom you face,
You meet with the eyes of Poseidon.
Today is your fusion with the Atman,
You are a shell in the deep.

You cannot see yourself through
The waves and the soak. But you are
There, and you know the sand layers
Beneath your rudder all play a part.

The stage was set by the stars
And how they shine, guiding you
Home, to drown in the sunlight, bleached
Of fear, to become the vibration and the wave.

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Mad Words List 7.31.18

Estuarine
Riparian
Maelstrom
Soak
Bleach

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I've been thinking about how writing (and poetry especially) reinforces connections in our brain, but I also was inspired by the words this week to think of how we are always part of something more than ourselves. And how perfect a way to explore that understanding than by putting your life into someone else's hands, like the builder of a boat, or the conditions and will of the ocean tide?

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