
It startled me at first, the down and inward tow
That shocked the breath to hold and body to resist as my
Ungrounded being yearned up and out toward what I then believed was
Precious and preferred.
But now, ah now, I welcome the drop and drag that reels me
Into the deep blue locker of embodied centre,
Where treasure’s harboured brilliant and rare
That none but I can fathom.
Beneath, the scintillating rock solid to sense
And each shell ripe with fresh pearl of the Mother.
She breaks me open,
Bears me down salty waters,
Until I slither forth like seaweed.
Through tidal hatch by swelling compass to waft and weft
Wherever inspiration draws me, fluid free and fleet,
Arched on the neck of the white mare – seahorse,
Inhaling the light liquid air.
Semele Xerri
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