the rhythm of the sea
sways focus and I don't mind
sounds of water
sounds of fire
solid place to sit on earth packed tight
soil lets light
in and soil becomes mud
soul drinks from the sea
of gratitude
soul wrestling with conscious worlds
all inside all twirled
up to the sky
the rhythm of the clouds
impossible to gather
or imitate correctly
these constant truth sights
these huge sighs from
a being on her way
within night within day
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