Water Tales (2)

Lead the children to the waters’ edge,
let spirits that dwell there enchant,
sun glistening on star-filled eyes…..

teach the essence of dolphin breathing,
the presence of manna, how to question
roots and behold miracles of fish that fly

and colours that shimmer below the surface,
and sons that walk on water – there are stories
to be told by tides, whose rhythmic waves

follow a primal chant; the ocean’s whispers
reminders that survival is a game for the living
and that in death all return to its vast depths.

(Water Tales first appeared here in January 2017.  I am submitting it here for dVerse’s Open Link Night hosted by Grace.  I am also linking up with my weekly challenge: stillness.)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

50 thoughts on “Water Tales (2)”

  4. Very New Age. Fun images and dreams. My son and I just talked about Manna, as he is reading Armstrong’s “A History of God”. For me, it is like “Yuan” (the title of my blog is Fields of Yuan).

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  5. the rhythmic ocean chant, it does engender stillness, doesn’t it, the pull of large objects causing the waves to lap at us, pulling us back, VJ, this is calming and large. “the presence of manna’ – oh what gifts we have received in this blue world.

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  7. Wonderful piece on the marvels and attractions of the Ocean VJ! It is a realm of fascination. I love being at and on the ocean – but I am fearful of going in the water. Too many strange things that live in there, things we humans have still never seen…

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  11. The ocean, where all life began and may possibly end, is what makes our planet blue and special, which you’ve encapsulated in your poem, V.J.: in the ‘essence of dolphin breathing’, the ‘miracles of fish that fly’, and the lines.
    ‘…there are stories
    to be told by tides, whose rhythmic waves
    follow a primal chant’.

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  17. “…survival is a game for the living / and that in death all return to its vast depths.” The joy of poetry comes when someone writes a universal truth that goes beyond the surface (pun not intended) meaning. We do indeed return to death’s vast depths, as fluid as the ocean and as unfathomable (okay, pun intended this time!). Awesome write.

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  19. A glorious poem V.J. and I especially liked your stanza
    “and colours that shimmer below the surface,
    and sons that walk on water – there are stories
    to be told by tides, whose rhythmic waves”

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  20. The ocean is home, the starting point for we once amphibians; and there inside the womb, again immersed in saline, we grow, impatient for birth, for actual oxygen–anxious to perpetuate another life’s journey–loved your take on it all.

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  22. Love this especially; “the ocean’s whispers reminders that survival is a game for the living and that in death all return to its vast depths.” Something to think about! 💖💖

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