midnight meditation

Do you see the lapping of the ocean?
the way it wades with unhurried motion?
did you bring the spirits?
and did you bring the potions?
did you take the back roads,
to avoid all of the commotion?
I've never really came that way,
but now that we're here
I have some things to say...
what was it like,
midnight in May,
on long sparse roads
beneath the moon's rays?
and how do you feel
by the salt and the sea?
oh, my fearful, worried friend,
who feels anything but free
the wind,
does it soothe?
do the stars seem like fate?
does the ground feel secure?
and on your back, in ocean waves,
is that where you meditate?
I know the days are long and lonely and grim
but that's why we're here,
to float, sing and swim!
our next stop will be mossy,
bright, and soft green
and in shut eyed mindful moments
all things are seen

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