...Leave the beach...

[guppyiii]

I left my soul down by the sea.
Slow and steady, it left me.
Pulled by the lolling motion
Of the deep blue.
Goodbye, dear friend.
So long to you.
My heart sang to the loss,
a deep lowing in my throat,
Creating in me
A terrible frost.
An evil curse.
Floating away, my soul,
Carried by the ocean,
Came to find a place
To Reside.
Just for a little while.
Held in the embrace of Mother.
Warmed and reinforced,
Then let go to be free.
It then left to float the sea.
Succumbed to circular motions,
My being opened an eye.
Explosive imagination erupted.
The bang of such a surge
gave reason to my urge
to let go of myself,
yet also to return.
My soul began to swim.
To rise above a tide.
A tide of tedious thinking.
The tide of ruinous thought.
To avoid being bought.
My soul sought my body.
The body that sat by the sea.
That which you love must be set free.
Love thyself; well, I came back to me.
No harm in that.
The journey my soul left upon
has only left us stronger.
We survive.
We are better for our separation.
Whole once again,
We can leave the beach.

I'm sent.