Sta.sh
She is the ultimate muse.
The source.
The true liquid dynamic.
She depends on bedrock,
pressure on all sides of her,
thriving.
Through this, she is a
shapeshifter.
Floating, filling and flying.
She does what men dream
they could.
She kills without mercy yet
with no need of glory. Why
would she? Those are the words
of men and words are an
illusory abstraction.
She is deeper than her depth
can convey.
She is real, even when you
cannot see her.
If not for her,
men would have no words
with which to ponder or
argue and poets would
be only random, dissipating
molecules, never to meet.
She is life, in all its
glorious mystery and misery.
The mother of all cannot
be tamed. I find humor
in the very thought of naming her.
She will never be fully understood
with words and rations of
rationale.
She is the big water.
| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
Me too. This doesn't even begin to describe how much I love the ocean. Just being near it shifts my soul into a different, more calm, comfortable mind space. The beauty of it, is that you can take that feeling with you, and pull it out of your pocket when you need it.
I can still recall the magnetism and feel of it.
Plus it is only natural that we love the water, we are water signs after all.
Probably why I am so happy to live in Oregon after growing up in the damn desert. hahahahaha
xd