xix.

within, 
we hold oceans,
each a vessel,
a microcosm
of the Whole.

turning inward,
tempests flare,
yet, there is calm,
the stillness of water
gently cradling 

ancient salt,
dissolved, yet alive
in pulsing currents
churning beneath 
us all.

with each breath,
this rhythm moves us,
feeling the flow
of life unfolding
second by second,

across the ages,
across the cosmos,
an infinite sea,
kelp forests
swaying with the tide.

lex

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