spinning speak of tides
ebbing, flowing all the while
hours etch spirals
in the endless now
of turning story’s power
eternity’s ache
shifting soul’s timeless
reach for the dance, a yearning
trance claiming love’s song
Spiral Sunday
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spiraling in, spiraling out…yes, time to breathe
breathe, 2, 3, 4… i am barely able these days!!!! hugs…
Hey Lovely Woman! How fun! We are both on ocean kicks! That’s a beautiful haiku (‘spinning speak of tides’ is remarkable)and great picture. How lucky are we to have the ocean? Heaven on earth. Thank You and Cheers and Namaste. 🙂
I’ve been wanting to get a pic of this shell for a while now and yes, the ocean calls me lately. I ache to go put my feet in the surf and just breathe, breathe, breathe. Your wet sea world wonder art resonates… Thank you… 🙂