|Mother Ocean: so far and so much
The vast expanse of land and sea allowed to float on molton, volcanic upheaval, just cooled and balanced by a fury of weighted water waiting, like a servant on his master's every whim for what no man could ascertain and for sure no man could prophesy that tomarrow would be here today!
I think a fool would pretend to watch what surrounds him and say, Naaaay, when asked by an equal what his opinion just might be. To an aquaintance he might bother to say naught! But to an equal or above? That would be his choice and his responsibillity! Also in the calling, his measure would be found but only by an answer!
So be it right as measured by those who can judge/ or wrong by those who have the authority to judge by punishment. The Dark Ages, 400 years and 100 more I can say now, I live. Do I live in fear? Nay. God Forbid.
I live as a sailor, travailing, as a woman ripe with a harvest, a bounty, a new sunrise, the birthing of a new day, light and airy, driving me into creation itself. Becoming apart and yet part of a continuity beyond what I thought was thought!
I see the inner and the exterior space that Captain James Cook sailed. Below the water that is not drinkable is a world so remarkable that I consider it an honor and blessing that I have been allowed to sit upon surfaces under strange weather and skies, seeing and being one with societies of creatures, large and small and some even being unseen!
I know it can be frightening and lonely at the dog's watch but to dive under the thin layer that seperates the air we breathe from the water/air with gills the fish use for sustenance also is a frightening thing. I can only hold my breath for a length of time. I have witnessed the " Dorado " change from magnificient colors to drab grey as he could not breathe above his ocean for any great length of time. And yet, I have seen them hunting where they have taken " flying fish ",out of the air, both out of their element displaying hunter/prey behavior that Charles Darwin would have loved to witness!
I salute you, Father God, Mother Ocean.
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