Deep in the blue, no words are spoken, only the vibration of Mother Earth’s beating heart is felt – loudly – only rhythms, projected nervously by timid brain, are heard.
The silk-blend sea foam – that needs no iron to unfold – is deaf. Yet she sings against the rocks, recklessly swinging punches in anger, she whispers her fears to herself, hoping for the shore to overhear, foolishly and relentlessly coming back.
She craves a form of silence – inside, deafened by the body she sleeps in – she can achieve quiet – to a point – within the undiscovered beauty that is her soft, sandbank soul.
Disturbed, she ripples, reflecting others in her curated, clear skin, but in the depths is defended – unable to feel harm, however, her body and love overfills this container, she is infinite – the ocean – but infinitely a risk as well.
