On a boulder, beside the ocean —
an emerging canyon —
beneath a waterfall and crumbling cliff,
I listen.
Faithfully creative, guiding the way,
waves and boulders collide in foamy syncopation,
painting bubble mandalas in the sky.
On a boulder, beside the ocean —
an emerging canyon —
beneath a waterfall and crumbling cliff,
I listen.
Faithfully creative, guiding the way,
waves and boulders collide in foamy syncopation,
painting bubble mandalas in the sky.
Beautiful imagery, Chelsea. I love this verse, “waves and boulders collide in foamy syncopation painting bubble mandalas in the sky”.
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Thank you! Those are also my favorite lines in this poem! 💙
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