The tide rolls out regardless of the wind,
It is slack for a moment.
As though counting seconds between inhalation and exhalation, like a supine meditator.
The pause that holds all the Universe.
I paddle my boat in this stillness,
Before the motion of the Universe’s intentions takes me where it wishes me to go.
Just a moment,
A moment for reflection,
A moment to question what I am here.
Before I am reaction.
Why do I cry,
Why do I cry at this notion,
Why does the idea of stillness on the earth cause me to well up?
The rock and the sway
Of being held
As in mother’s arms, head on shoulder,
The universal om.
What is that frequency again — 7.83Hz — Schumann’s Resonance?
The pulse the earth makes,
That I am desperate to feel.
In this moment of slack, I feel her embrace and her soothing countenance.
It neither comes nor goes.
How can I sit here and be brought to tears?
About the Creator
Denise Darby
I am a mom of two wonderful children. A life partner of 28 years. I am interested in the common thread that runs within and between all living creatures, including humans. Trying to find that sweet spot where joy meets living.
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