The Hurricane Birth Dance, by angela kay zea Subscribe to rss feed for angela kay zea

I am the mountain so strong and so deep.  I bend to you from
way down deep.  You are the silky smooth sand.  You take my
hand I give you.  Together we swim in secret passion.  We
are under this vast deep blue ocean a quiet trist becomes
but so much more.

Ours is a secret one that must be discovered only by the
luckiest of deep sea divers.  Only do we know we were
lovers.

As the waters cover me further you wash away and I am left
to keep standing tall.  But you see you will live on for I
will give you so much more.  With a mighty shake I birth
your puffy wave.  Dance my child, be free, chase the water,
go above and go far, up up up to where you cast your eye on
those below.  Play my child for your father and I once
played as two lovers in a secret world only we knew.  

One two three glide woosh one to three off in the distance
is the wonderful ride.  Days go by and you search and you
take the path that your mother once took.  You feel her
warmth you feel that familiarity you knew for so long.

Sometimes if you travel far enough you grow and become
strong and sometimes when you least expect it the winds of
change have a mind of their own and so your dance ends.  For
others.....One two three float and dance and be free. Life
and love so free so free.  Look behind whats that you see? 
Its a new life just beginning.  You stretch out your arms to
embrace your new friend.  One two three soar with me.  You
know your never alone in the deep ocean and the one behind
you suddenly feels familiar.  You close the distance in the
air you look at each other and stare, and all questions are
answered, its your mother who is behind you.  She is pushing
you to be strong she is showing you how far you have come
along.  One two three one two three as she sweeps you back
into the sea.  She goes ahead as she did before with a
glancing blow or a hell hath fury she swoops in and out up
and down she looks down at mother earth as she knows she was
a mother and a lover.

One two three she floats with ease knowing that others are
right behind her as they bow to her on bended knee.  She is
the mother of the oceans the birther of creations.  She is
mother nature giver of life to all!!

Written By:  Angela Zea
Posted: 2009-12-03 21:38:00 UTC

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